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Rebecca did nothing but complain while we were sewing. What is the problem with her? She acts like she’s the only one with a bug up her ass. (And I do mean bugs and it’s not the ass that they are crawling up -- but I won’t get into that.) She spent 20 minutes (20 MINUTES!) complaining about the weather. It’s too hot. It’s too windy. It’s too sunny. Why doesn’t it rain? Then she moved on. Her sunburn hurts. Her hair is dirty. She has a rash. She hasn’t had a bowel movement in nine days. (That’s a tad more information than I needed to know!) Her skin is itchy. She wants to go home. She even had the nerve to complain about my cooking. I am offended. She also criticized my carrying thread and needles in my backpack. Wait until she needs a tampon!