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| what the hell is all this, pop | |
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| these are all my love letters to your dead mother, son | |
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| really? i didn't know you and mom were romantic. all you did was fight | |
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| i know. this is my way of finally getting the last word. i wrote all of these after she died | |
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| all they say is "I FUCKED YOUR SISTER" over and over again | |
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| which is what we fought about mostly. though since your mom died, your old dad's been kind of lonely, so about fifty of those apply to you now too | |
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