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My family has been stuck in the same ***** old slum for decades now. My father is a electrician. He fixes stoves, radio's, tv's and sells them for alcohol no wonder everytime I get home the house looks bigger. I was only 9years old when I started picking up my fathers habitats: like the broken pieces of whiskey bottles he throws around the living room every time his favorite team loses. I picked up my fathers habit to swear, hit and poke a woman if ever she doesn't give me what I want. And every Monday my father loses his voice from shouting too much on previous weekend and I also picked up his habit to NOT think before I speak...
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
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My family has been stuck in the same ***** old slum for decades now. My father is a electrician. He fixes stoves, radio's, tv's and sells them for alcohol no wonder everytime I get home the house looks bigger. I was only 9years old when I started picking up my fathers habitats: like the broken pieces of whiskey bottles he throws around the living room every time his favorite team loses. I picked up my fathers habit to swear, hit and poke a woman if ever she doesn't give me what I want. And every Monday my father loses his voice from shouting too much on previous weekend and I also picked up his habit to NOT think before I speak...
Last night I asked mother to help me out with mathematics. But all the answers she gave me started with: "Go away, I'm busy!"
TheMack
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
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