Nothing like a homecooked meal made fresh by Mom. Home from college for the first time in months, Buzz can't even remember why he was so anxious to leave home in the first place.
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| Oh yes, sweetheart, just about. Come help mommie set the table... | |
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| That's my little sweetums. I made your favorite, lots of gravy for my special boy, that's for sure, my lovely baby wheelchairbound boy. | |
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Twenty minutes later, Buzz remembers why.
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| ...and that was the last time I let your father fuck both me and my sister up the ass in the same night. I mean the taste alone. Talk about a sticky situation, huh? | |
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| Gotta motor mom, lots of killing myself to do, thanks for dinner. | |
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