Proof.
Proof I am a failed parent. I thought I was a good mother. I thought I raised them well and right and good, and then this happens. I don’t even know where I went wrong.
Devastated.
I am devastated.
They are animals, all of them. Well, at least one of them. I don’t know who did this, but I have a pretty good idea.
How could he? Why? WHY?
There is a pot on my books.
They put a pot atop my BOOKS!
A POT . . . on my BOOKS!
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