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I paid the rent for an 18 year old living with us And oh my the rending was great But there has been no rendering of the account Because my mom couldn't comprehend that I had been rent In two. Years passed until one day as I was driving home from an account I imagined my own son, at 18, splitting a four year old asunder Who deserves my love? The renter or the rent? That moment I marked his account: "PAID IN FULL" and only then I could render an account and finally comprehend The story's end.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
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I paid the rent for an 18 year old living with us And oh my the rending was great But there has been no rendering of the account Because my mom couldn't comprehend that I had been rent In two. Years passed until one day as I was driving home from an account I imagined my own son, at 18, splitting a four year old asunder Who deserves my love? The renter or the rent? That moment I marked his account: "PAID IN FULL" and only then I could render an account and finally comprehend The story's end.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
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