...it wasn't just the parenting that went awry. But then again...I guess it doesn't matter. This poor kid, Sam, will never have anyone believe his stories. The first time his dad brought him to my place he found my umbrella so I started throwing handfuls of water up into the air. The next time it was pretzels....pistachios...hotwheels...and most recently $30.00 in spare change. Imagine when he gets into school and he tells his teachers and classmates that inside his dads friends apt it rains miscellaneous STUFF.
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