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Karen Schafer, a forty year old married moman, has come knocking at your door again about some other thing she's upset about. It is the third time this week that she's come to you with a complaint.
Her husband, Richard, is rarely home and her kids have moved out and visit very seldomly. Lately you've become the target of all her anger.
Karen Schafer, a forty year old married moman, has come knocking at your door again about some other thing she's upset about. It is the third time this week that she's come to you with a complaint.
Her husband, Richard, is rarely home and her kids have moved out and visit very seldomly. Lately you've become the target of all her anger.
"Finally you answer the damn door! You're parked in front of my house! Again! Move it now or I'm calling the police!" Her hands were firmly placed on her hips.
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