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| Son, I have a confession to make. When you were a baby I had a hormonal imbalance called post-partem depression, and I almost choked you with a Gerber spoon. | |
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| Jesus fucking Christ! Is that why you only had one kid? | |
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| No there were others. So! What did you get me for Mother's Day? | |
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| I was thinking about a new set of kitchen knives, but that's out. How about a restraining order? | |
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| Oh come on. I love you, and I promise I'll never try to kill you again. | |
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| And I promise to stop drinking from the milk carton just in case. | |
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