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met my son's abandoned child he was growing up fast or not at all. couldnt tell. he moved the dresser drawers as if he was taking my coat or as if they weren't falling apart as he did, and regained interest in me whenever i'd be grammatically incorrect. upon realizing this i began to every so often do so on purpose, to which he responded oppositely, eventually putting him in the deepest sleep i imagined he could ever have.