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{{Ohā¦? He was angry? And it was becauseā¦oh. That fucking shitstain of a woman. Why the fuck did he care so much? Joseph could never understand that sort of thing. He held out his hands non-threateningly, trying to save some face.
Your mum? Heyā¦hey, calm down kid.
[In his eyes was the familiar look of hatred his older self seemed to hold, a glare sent in the direction of his father. Judging by how puffed up his eyes were, it was obvious he was crying for a while.]
I believed you! You said you would talk to my mom! But you didn't! And she got sick...
[He stepped back, avoiding any contact with Joseph.]
I wish... I wish my mom never met you!
















