As fruity fruit rots in a tree, I'm on 2 feet like a dead widow on deet by 𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺

Feb 2018

“Daddy. and Daddy's **** girlfriend, where did I come from?”
“Son, you came from your Mommy's tummy.”
“How did I get there?”
“I don't know.”

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