[arebours]

Hey I'm _____, what do I do ____________?

When I was 11, my mom told me every day, "Don't say anything bad about my Dad."

I knew that was a lie, but I needed to say it anyways, so I wrote down the reasons why I wasn't nice to him. I would go to the bathroom and look back over my shoulder for a few seconds before walking around without noticing that my Mom had written down every bad thing about him on a piece of paper. I would go to school to catch up a few more papers.

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