Give those girls a cheeseburger! Feed them!
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I tried! I repeatedly asked them to come to my house. I called, texted, e-mailed, sent letters and dropped by their homes. Daily. For weeks.
Ingrates. They served me with a Restraining Order.
That sounds like it could be a line from a movie. “I served them a cheeseburger, they served me a restraining order.”