The Spit.

Today is the funeral of my mother's murder by goblins.  Her name was Norma Jean and she was the queen incarnate.  The family i was raised with made me a turkey at the dinner table.  Tonight my "granma" tried to feed me my esophagus again, because she hates my voice. 

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