march 28th

My America presents • LC #1183 •
I learned that my android mother was a sobbing pile of unused carbohydrates. It was powerful info; enough to kill a man or rob him of his youth. So I cooked up a crème brûlée with all the fancy letters and fed it to that robot-lady. She admitted she wasn't real my mother and that I actually wasn't real at all.

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