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Veronica:

"So, what were your views on our kids, piscin?" Roy cocked walking behind me, following me to our closet.

"Those two are my kids, too and if you closely look into their lives they are not even three yet, that's one legit reason to not buy them a fucking modern playhouse worth ten million dollars" I quibbled.

"Yeah, go and eat a carrot, rabbit" He mocked me standing behind me, helping me to unscrew the diamond choker around my throat.

"If I'm overindulging by wanting to be around them, then it's helicopter parenting, but you two can do anything? Why would any three-year-Old need a private island and a gangster-themed playhouse having drug lord dolls selling Molly? Why can't you see, this is so wrong. Dau was asking me 'why do daddies call you, their whore? Does whore mean hooker because Papa Roy told me your mom was a hooker' You refer to me as a hooker in front of our children and why do they know the difference between Crack, Heroin, and morphine but don't know how much tw
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