Cribs so dark it makes hearing easy. The moods getting prickly out there and children are bottlenecking, a whole herd chanting for candies. The doorbell rings once and that sets off more ringing and more ringing cuz ringing doorbells is fun as hell, everybody knows that. Noise gets louder and louder but none of it fusses me. Its funny if you think about it. Some crazy sharkweek can happen in a single day, huh? Makes a robocop think. Look at me now. Im alone. Im in charge. Im the adult. Man, how the hell did that happen?

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Dag kicked the laundry bag good but its still got weight. Lot less heavy than Gwendolyn and I took care a that business just fine, didnt I? Dont ask me why but picking up the bag gets me ruminating on #69 Kyle Ketchum. That rude assbutt told Robbie how he didnt have any good options in life after Coach S got disfigured. But thats not true. Theres lots a options out there for a killer. You just got to learn to visualize.

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Take me for example. I could escape out the back a the crib and weave my ass through the junk and chuck the candy bag in the woods and clean the blood under my nails and make like none a this ever happened. Thats one option. Option two is I sit my ass down and feast on these dangerous candies myself. Im hungry, man. Havent ate all day. No supermilk, no McDonald, not even one a them wack ass apples. What if I choose real careful? What if I feel the candies for sharp items and sniff out the chemicals? My abs are strong as hell cuz the Oblique Side Bend and Rock n Roll Core and Half Seated Leg Circle. Maybe my abs are stronger than poison. Maybe my abs can squeeze drugs into nutrients and scrunch razor blades so small Id just poop them out like pennies.

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Option three? Option three is I be a grown ass adult. Option three is I go open the door and be like <Happy Halloween> to the children and see what Im made of when rough junk starts to go down. Rough junk like a uniform taking away Midget and fostering her off to some cold blooded foster parental. Thats a hard option cuz lets be real. The fosters in this town are crooked. I learned that with DAndre. And if a town cant take care of a single nice quiet little girl doesnt that mean that town deserves what it gets?

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