Death's Son

Death's Son

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"Dear brother, I imagine how you must be right now - besides from five feet under the ground, of course. I ask myself if you'd laugh, had you been here while I wrote down this joke. Sorry in advance for acting childishly after ten years of the day I killed you, I don't think there's even an acknowledgeable time to say it's all right to make fun of your brother's death . Mom was right to say that you, among all four of us, had always been the most polite. The only one capable of being respected in this awful world in which we woke up one day from our mom's intimate parts. I wonder if, the day she conceived me, she stared down at the fat baby with sapphire eyes and saw the monstrous things I were to do as a man."
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