flying words, threating fist, a child takes a step back, as this father/monster hits his kid on the lip, i told you to do better he yells! pick up your room, take out the trash, get better grades, and get rid of these fagget toy s, , , the negotiator steps in, plants a stop sign on her sons door, and points her gun right at this man, , , the last thing he heard was, bang, , , , , BANG, your dead....................
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