my feet hurt, good i have feeling again. my ankles swollen. i look down and see my mom's feet. she's always with me. my biggest disappointment when she died was the fun we missed having. now i can drag her along with me. she's dead she can't resist or deny. hilda must be her replacement so i don't miss her. she looked straight at me and didn't bring me lunch. it's on her.
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