Dear Daddy,
Do you remember just randomly taking all of mom’s clothes out of her closet and dropping them out the front door of our Tabb, VA apartment? Then you dumped a huge pot of watery beans over all her nice and only work clothes and casual clothes? You sure showed her daddy. I’m not sure why she deserved it but you sure showed her.
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