Bad memories of me.I used to argue with my dad. Normally, if I do anything wrong Daddy will rarely say rarely start taunting me until I remove itself more aggressively, but the father began to complain, admonish the start in what I do, but I'm not a kid listening to something that tells the father. The day my father used to work for an edge of steaming home, but I argue with my father and taunting. Tired from work, dad is angry at me as a child-resistant. Don't listen to the command, so grab your dad Daddy into my rhythm until the wood is the redness. I sit and cry with pain, but they know what my father made love and hope dad is fine with me. Dad just wanted me as a good child.
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