You come over for Thanksgiving.
You come to decorate the Christmas tree.
Buy me fucking diamond earrings for my birthday.
What the fuck are you compensating for?
Snuggle up on the couch when we’re not around.
You’re shit. And mom, you’re the fucking toilet he’s floating in.

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