The child cries his mothers name as she turns the other way, he'll throw his fit in hopes to get one last taco this day. He's seen it work he knows it will perfected are his pleas, determined now, his cried demand for burritos of bean and cheese This mother has been on the edge since father took his leave, her heinous thought ensures tonight will be his final eve. Upon her son her dead gaze falls boiling fear now in his heart, he's lost control, his bowels are weak last words a thunderous fart
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