When kids play games they zone out completely, immersed in their worlds of magic discreetly. So when mom came in offering food newly baked, the kids react fast and on graciousness flaked. For moms it's tough to speak to a wall, but in their hearts they know their kids aren't small. Perhaps they're generals commanding great armies, or assassins doing the work of secretive parties. Either way, the pie is gone. The skinny kid's belly's thoroughly drawn. Life will go on for their kids so free, but fuck it all if he's still here at thirty.


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