Dina “You don’t touch somebody..” Tamar “..before you stab them in the back!”

7:10pm Tamar and Dina in the bedroom. Tamar – you have to know that you weren’t the target and I wasn’t the target. You don’t mention my son. You don’t know my struggle. Don’t you dare in your life tell me to go home and be with my son. Because I don’t want to fight with another black woman on national television?! Are you crazy!? I cook for everyone. Dina – and I clean. Tamar – that’s what we do. Dina – somebody cooks, somebody cleans. That was just weird.

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