I can see right through you. '}8| My mom left a yellow shirt with a pattern on it on the drying machine ... facing my room.
Stop getting mad at me for going through things that are real issues with you. What are you? Some kind of balloon? I mean, some ting that just floats around and doesn't think? Some figment of my imagination. I know that shirt was put there for a G O D D A M N reason.
Go away, you trashy, good-for-nothing mom. Don't try to stimulate me, you good-for-nothing dad, in that way. Oh, I don't mean go away for good, but maybe I do. You can come back, though.
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