Under my ribs & Away with the fairies.

Dear Child of Mine,

My little love, Please remove your feet from under my ribcage.
It is uncomfortable as fuck, and makes me want to throw up.

Sincerely,
Ma.



p.s.

Please, give me my brain back. I need it to function. Also, sliced bananas do not belong in the toaster.

p.p.s.

…Yes. That has happened.


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