M: Hey Mom.
HM: Hi Megan.
M: I'm not really allowed to talk to you right now.
HM: It's OK.
M: I really miss you Mom. Sometimes I think my siblings mess things up and I don't know what to do about it.
I miss Dad too.
I just really really miss you. I don't know how to fix any of this. I love you Mom.
HM: I love you too Megan.
*cry cry cry cry*
Such poetry! Such hardboiling!
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Since writing this, I've decided this Terry Pratchett *is* a lesser satire
compared to, say, his Moist Von Lipwig books because it ends by erasing
eve...
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