I couldn't imagine being the parent of a serial killer. What does that say about them? Then again, the way my parents see it, I might as well be a serial killer. Because I'm evil. Like the froo-its of the dev-eel. I'm not, but I may as well be. Ah, well. I still love them. And one day I'll actually speak to them again. Okay, I speak to them now, but rarely and only about the inane. Whatever. I fucking FUCKING hurt. So I'mma go lay down and watch my movie again.
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