She looks like a mini-me... size and shape the same, just a bit smaller, and redder.... both in outfit and the color on her angry face... like SHE has anything to complain about!
I had expected her to trade insults... her usual method of communication. But instead she comes at me and just shoves.. uffffffff... I step back and I'm already closer to the gathering crowd that I want to be .. I swing a backhand at her breasts... an obvious target, and one that I hope slows her down a second..."Take THAT, you little slut -- some apples don't fall far from the tree!"