Ketchup sandwiches and other things stupid poor people eat
Anastasia Basil

I never saw my mom cry. I only heard her cry in the bathroom.

I only saw my dad cry once. That was the time he killed George. It was manslaughter on our precious family dog. He left him in the car too long on a summer day. Tell you the truth, I cried too.

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