Mother wears her skirts repulsively high and sews mine no better. Her extreme height compounds the vulgarity but hey, we've got to pay the rent one way or another.
We put on a bit of a puppet show, though we lacked the energy to include the polka number we'd rehearsed in the barn.
My brother and sister-in-law are absolute jokes. Both drunk by noon, then nonstop with the double-dare dime bets.
This man is NOT my real father, regardless of what any DNA test and a penchant for jaunty hats have to say about it.
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