screaming in my bedroom at 8am.
hes yelling about a picture of a boy in my car.
a spanish boy.
he leaves, and then her and i have it out.
thats the problem,
your not a boy.
and we both know this.
i try to lie.
try and explain to her.
try to help her not be so close minded.
i throw a bible back in her face.
"i have always told you never to
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