now I have to kill my daughter.
I got a call from one of her teachers that she "just isn't herself."
talking in class, being defiant, trip the principal's office.
yup. she has to die, now.
anyone wanna buy the sprout? if not...I'll just hafta murder it in twelve or thirteen years, anyway.
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Ah, selling the first born. It may sound like a cliche, but lock her in the basement until you have to make a deal with the devil.
Supply and demand, baby.
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