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unlovable trash

well there's plenty of cutesy names to call one's children but his was 'unlovable trash' He remembered it from the time he was in the crib They held him there for longer than most parents held their kids in cribs. Though only dad called him so because he constantly claimed he wasn't his unlovable trash he had the wrong skin tone was too pale with curly orange hair and freckles but mom always pretended she didn't hear the words unlovable trash she would act as if they were never uttered and growing up he thought unlovable trash was a good thing thought it was how you show love to your loved ones "Mom, you’re unlovable trash." she was so happy to hear it she burst into tears and went into the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of wine and drank it all by herself. What an unlovable trash she was Unfortunately by the time he could pronounce the lovely words father was no longer in his life but father too was an unlovable trash
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