I KNOW MY CHILD
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You stupid bitch how fucking dare you tell me anything about my child. He fucking came out of me...don't you think that I know him? You stay in your place all your job is to do is to make sure that he is alright...all the rest of the shit that you are talking about goes in one ear and out the fucking other. And please don't try to win me over with the shopping trips. Hell, I can take myself on a fucking shopping trip. I don't like your family it is just phony all up and down the board.
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