“He didn’t though!” she cries. “I know he didn’t!” I try to put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugs me away. “How do you know?” “Because,” my daughter says, “I was the one who killed him.”
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT IN THE LIVING POO POO SHANANIGINS WHAT IN THE JESUS CHRISTUS ON A UNICYCLE WITH A BOTTLE OF BUCKY JUST HAPPENED. excuse me but tf?
