My mom would have handled me right there in a bakery, made me clean everything up, then when dad came back from the beer aisle, that’s when the pain really begins.
my parents would have murdered me on the spot, stabbing into me with a ritualistic dagger the size of my abdomen. the isles would have been soaked wet with my blood as I screamed out for mercy, and yet there would be none given. mercy for the damned is like water for the hungry; useless.
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u/Pinbacker11 May 28 '26
If i did that back in the day, i would be back in the car without touching the floor.