Part eleven

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Child: Mom, could you leave the door open a bit?

Mom: of course sweetie

Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot. Now I stretch your neck out and play it like a banjo
Bom-backa, Bom-backa,
You like that shit, yo?

Then I stretch it out more and throw your head through the wall

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