I got home cloaked in the day’s misery. I found my family, lost in the glow of the TV. I ate a bag of chips. I need validation, I told them.
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The pug faced man posseses powerful genes. His children harbor awesome levels of resentment. Your mother’s so beautiful, he tells them often.
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She sits beside me and we watch our kids. She smells like a bouquet of sunshine. I don’t believe in mutually assured destruction, she sighs.
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I came home and sat in my chair and asked my kid for a beer. One day we’re going to die, I sighed. He studied me. But not tomorrow, he said.
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I bring her into my room. She says, Did your mom help you decorate? I turn from her. My mom’s dead, I cry, grabbing my blue and yellow duvet.
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I answered my phone. Did you know there’s pornography on the computer? my mother asked. I closed my laptop. It seemed the decent thing to do.
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So this is where you’re going to live, I say and my father sighs and says, I’m not that old. Then he gets out of the car. Fuck you, he says.
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She cooks her eggs runny and that’s the one thing I really hate, like so much, so I start to shake and then my mom says, So move out already.
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I took the candy and the baby cried and my wife said, So you would, and I said, Babies are too young for candy, because my wife is a dentist.
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I want this waitress to take off her shoes, to see if she’s perfect, but how do I ask such a thing? Stop staring, my wife sighs, kicking me.
