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this home where sane brother and ****** sister ate sliced apples played pool and swam only at night a home so inadequately haunted we invented a previous family mother, father, a lame child all three suicides it was the lame child we dwelled on so much so our real mother sent our most current father to the backyard with a shovel brother went mad to see it and sister began to throw up in the mornings then disappeared and left two notes one confessed pregnancy and one bulimia I lied, too but am not poor and will not say a brother went mad overseas start with your mother’s handwriting I love my own because when her children were naked saying so was a sin instead, she called them rare
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
economic remembrance
this home where sane brother and ****** sister ate sliced apples played pool and swam only at night a home so inadequately haunted we invented a previous family mother, father, a lame child all three suicides it was the lame child we dwelled on so much so our real mother sent our most current father to the backyard with a shovel brother went mad to see it and sister began to throw up in the mornings then disappeared and left two notes one confessed pregnancy and one bulimia I lied, too but am not poor and will not say a brother went mad overseas start with your mother’s handwriting I love my own because when her children were naked saying so was a sin instead, she called them rare
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
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