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Kids ain’t supposed to be grateful. They’re supposed to eat your food and break your heart, you selfish dick. You died, and I was still so afraid I’d turn into you I never even had kids of my own. Well, as fate would have it, I adopted two boys. And they grew up great. They grew up heroes.
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