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Donna and Joe had a nice house

with nothing for children.

Donna and Joe were friends with Darwin

and we played at the cabin at the lake

before he died (before he built that big one)

Donna and Joe liked tanning and parties

and vodka and water skis.

Donna & the bitch were tanning on the dock

when I started to sink still attached to the knee board. Joe jumped in and rescued me

and the bitch went “Thaaaaaaanks, Joe” like her sunglasses had fallen in.

Donna and Joe spoiled their godbaby while the twins threw tantrums

(they were allowed).

Donna and Joe invited us over

to their house with nothing for children.

It felt unfamiliar until Toby beat me in their basement and I screamed.

Donna and Joe see me every once in a while and always look relieved.

He hasn’t killed me yet, no. You can breathe.