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Well, if that's what I get then im getting a taste of what I gave my mom
My brother was the quiet sweet one, i was the BAD one... i mean bad...so bad she had me going to psycologysts because she couldn't handle me, she also used the wrist leash on me (but that was more so because she couldnt grab my arm without it popping out of socket but lol still lol) and i also beat up my poor brother a lot lol. Then around 12-13 I stopped being so bad, and now im pretty mellow
Well, if that's what I get then im getting a taste of what I gave my mom

