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I watched as the son and mother walked up to the gastation Dressed in goodwill clothing The mother pulls out a bag and shows the boy what to look for Cigarette butts in the trash can ashtrays He was only three or four Not old enough to know any better But I'm sure that will be the first real memory of his mother And he will loathe it as he will loathe her
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
The Unfortunate Son
I watched as the son and mother walked up to the gastation Dressed in goodwill clothing The mother pulls out a bag and shows the boy what to look for Cigarette butts in the trash can ashtrays He was only three or four Not old enough to know any better But I'm sure that will be the first real memory of his mother And he will loathe it as he will loathe her
MattyAllgauer
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
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