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out of me in hallways. Just, “Father.” “Jesus! !” “Christ. Mary Sue, could you go to bed, please, Mary Sue?” I didn’t even name her Mary Sue, the “house” did. Three in the morning, she’s fully dressed, I’m like, “Honey, why are you up right now?” “We’re playing.” “Who?” “Me and her.” “Don’t point that high!” Every weekend, I’m trying to watch a game, she’s just up in her room, humming a song that I’ve never heard and painting, just,La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la♪ La-la-la-la-la”Father.” I run up to her room, and I’m like, “Honey, you’re scaring the out of me. How did you do that?” I see what she’s painting. Just paintings of my face, really well done, like this. Then I thought about this, I don’t want a hot son, either. I don’t want that in my life. I don’t need the Brad Pitt kid, I don’t want him. I don’t want ‘”, tan all year, even though we live in Connecticut. He’s got an eight-pack, but only eats his Doritos and cookies, which really pisses me off. He has that long hair, when he makes cumming noises, every time he moves it, just Games “Could you knock that off, Brock?” I didn’t even name him Brock, the town did, they sent me a letter. He’s always getting up for school at : a.m., even though school’s at : a.m. But he gets straight A’s, but he spells “the” with a “b”. I’m like, “Are you sleeping with your teachers?” He’s like, “Relax, Puffy Pops.” He calls me Puffy Pops. So, I’m way past skinny fat, I’m just fat as now. He’s on the basketball team, but he’s not even good. He’s on it ’cause he’s cool. After the game, I gotta hold all his . But he’s at mid-court, fingering the head cheerleader on an adrenaline kick. “Give me a minute, Puffy Pops.” I’m like, “Jesus Christ, Brock. The whole school is still here.” “It’s all right, I know her body.” “You don’t know bodies, Brock. You shouldn’t know bodies. Denise, I apologize about your daughter.” “I don’t mind.” “That’s weird, Denise. Brock, hurry up, please, come on!” “It’s all right