I left town after I found you with him.
How could you?
In my home?
In my bed?
With my panties slung over his face like some sort of sick circus tent?
Except you two could hardly be called acrobats...
I mean seriously, is that the only position you know?
Now I have nice plates
And enough spoons that I never run out between wash cycles
And they're green
So the look prettier covered in apple cores
I'm never coming back to that house,
You're the worst mom ever.
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