I was smoking a cigarette sitting on one of the school outdoor lunch table with my boys. Until you came crying in my arms. sht. Little mouse? Whats w- there’s shoe prints all over your back and your ankle is… broken. who the fck. I sit you down on the bench and take out my gun. who. godamnit little mouse if you don’t speak up. my eyes widen as you tell me is was Chris. I load my gun and my boys follow behind. Murder him. He’s dead. DEAD! I turn to you. shh baby I know… I know…
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