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The woman, she was the catalyst, She sat beside me and lured me in, All concerned nods, And a single, delectable cookie. Anyway, it all started When she asked the fatal question "Are you all alone dear?" "All alone in the world," I reply, voice tremoring, "My family, they died Just over a month ago." "Oh dear," she spluttered, clearly disturbed. I go on, inventing blood baths, poisonings, diseases, gruesome ends that only come to mind With youth. After I was neatly done killing off family members One by one, Or three in the case of my imaginary aunt's still born triplets, I sighed. "It's just so awfully hard. I don't get very many treats at my foster parents. Could I perhaps try a piece of your cookie?" "Of course" she replies, "Here, take it all." thinking she was helping another lost soul. After scarfing it, (it was delicious, absolutely perfect) we reached our stop I thanked her, the kind, misguided soul, I stepped off Into my loving parents embrace. "Don't you know, I had the worst trip. Sat next to this fussy old woman. I could really use a treat." So spun the next web.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
How I Killed My Parents on The Train
The woman, she was the catalyst, She sat beside me and lured me in, All concerned nods, And a single, delectable cookie. Anyway, it all started When she asked the fatal question "Are you all alone dear?" "All alone in the world," I reply, voice tremoring, "My family, they died Just over a month ago." "Oh dear," she spluttered, clearly disturbed. I go on, inventing blood baths, poisonings, diseases, gruesome ends that only come to mind With youth. After I was neatly done killing off family members One by one, Or three in the case of my imaginary aunt's still born triplets, I sighed. "It's just so awfully hard. I don't get very many treats at my foster parents. Could I perhaps try a piece of your cookie?" "Of course" she replies, "Here, take it all." thinking she was helping another lost soul. After scarfing it, (it was delicious, absolutely perfect) we reached our stop I thanked her, the kind, misguided soul, I stepped off Into my loving parents embrace. "Don't you know, I had the worst trip. Sat next to this fussy old woman. I could really use a treat." So spun the next web.
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Bangladeshi
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
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