Your Mom

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I heard mom yell downstairs. i walked downstairs to greet her, stepping over lil timmy as i did.
"so anything new happen today?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah! I made a new friend! his name is Ray Pist, I went to the mall and ended up punching an employee because apparently I'm not aloud to wear the items around the mall without paying, so stupid, oh and dad died." "Wow! that really is some stupid rule, huh. So dad died today huh? I told him smoking that weed wasn't going to get him anywhere. Ill stick his body in the lake later and ill get Jamie to come help. Anyway, wheres Little Timmy?" she asked.
"Oh i threw a cup at him, he's upstairs on the ground."
"oh thats nice." She nodded. I sat on the floor and licked the cold tile floor. The wonderful taste of Windex and metal filled my mouth. YOUR MOM.

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