| Sheila,
You don't know me and you will never know me. Unless we meet in Vegas or Nashville. If you think I would have to pull myself out of the mud, honey you are very wrong. But they, (what friends you have left) may very well be pulling your A$$ up off the floor.
I am finished with you until we meet face to face. If you continue to sling your verbage at me and my friends, I will take action face to face. I am not one bit intimidated by you.
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