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Emma's little dreams and Lia's regrets.
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It was a Sunday afternoon. Momma hated Sunday the worst. She'dsit around drinking booze and yell as us. Us as in me, Kalia (sister), and Chase (Sister). We would sit on the cold tile floor in the basement with noises. The noises was Momma. She'd scream and yell. Oh no! Here comes Momma.
Momma: B*tches, get off the floor.
Kalia: Momma?
Momma: Shut up!
Me: Momma, Do we deserve this?
Momma: SHUT UP *slaps me across the face*
Chase knew better than to speak. Chase is the oldest.
(mome to come sorry i got a bunch of soap on my hand dont ask)
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| On December 11th 2006 b0o0o0o0o0ts Said : | |
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gaaahh..wheres the rest?!?! |
| On December 10th 2006 ivyqueen94 Said : | |
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WOW WHAT AN ANGRY MOMMA |


