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they didn’t even know
who the kid watching TV in the
other room was
but maybe that was
not their number one problem
“You goddamn bitch,” he said. “Tell me!
Tell me you didn’t
steal any from me, so I can say
I don’t believe you. C’mon, tell me!”
“Fuck you,” she said. “You lost it.”
“I knew you’d find some
excuse, some lie. Cuz you’re one lying bitch,
that’s what you are.”
“Hey, what about the tenant?”
“Who?”
“The tenant, deepshit! From the other
room. You’d rather believe
I stole it, not him?”
“What the…? Bitch, that’s your son. He’s
like five. He don’t pay no rent.”
“What? We gotta kick ‘im out then!”
“Aha! So you did
take my shit! You’re so high you don’t
recognize your own son. Again!”
They were louder than
the TV
but it didn’t matter. This TV had one
channel…
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Daydreaming as a profession 
Well done. A bit of terror (really) on so many levels.
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Thanks!
ヽ(;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ; )ﾉ That’s what childhood can be for some…
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Damn. 👏🖤
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( ＾◡＾)っ Thanks!
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Lol a brutal truth huh 😂🤣🤣😂
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Life’s full of ’em ( Ｔ▽Ｔ)
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Nice one 🤗
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Thanks! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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You mix horror, hurt, and humor so well. And each has its own place, timing, and impact. Goes down so well with the reader. Wonderful writing, Bogdan! 🙂
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Oh, thank you very much! (๑‵●‿●‵๑)
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Interesting way to project ; I admire
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Thanks! ◉‿◉
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