The washing machine, which had stopped spinning when my severed foot got caught, began filling with water again and resumed its cycle.Oh, no. This time, Mom's favorite washing machine would actually break because of me.I slammed hard against the machine, desperately trying to make it stop, but it only spun faster and faster. Slowly, blood-soaked foam began seeping out through the gaps."Mrs. Thompson, look at my son! Your deranged daughter did this to him!"My ears perked up, and I instantly recognized it as Billy the Bully's mother, Mama Bully. She used to complain all the time. Every time, Mom would stand up for me and drive her off with a scolding.I covered my mouth and giggled, drifting out to see how long it would take before Mom chased her away again."That goddamn child! I'm so sorry, truly," Mom said, her face awfully grim. "I know it must be Willow's fault. Don't worry, I'll make her apologize to your son soon."What was Mom talking about? My chest tightened all at o
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