Title: Valgfritt

Text: Don't you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you ever raise you voice at me, I am your mother! Do you understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed. Well now your sister is dead and I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish I could take that away for you. I wish I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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