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Ok /bant/, time for a story. I'm literally 61 years old so I've been through quite a lot. My wife and daughter died in a car accident about a year ago and I've been coming to /bant/ way more often since. My daughter, who was divorced, had a daughter of her own who we'll call Patricia for the time being and she was something else, not in a good way either. She was never officially diagnosed but I knew she was some kind of retarded. Anyway, after this unfortunate event occurred all I had left was good ol' Patricia and my dog which I knew didn't have much years left. Some other things that will factor into this is my wife and her love for antiquing, she absolutely loved it. So one day I decided to take Patricia and my dog to the park that just up hill from my home and Patricia always has this backpack with her so I asked what she had in it and she had my wife's favorite knick knacks in it. Then, she blurted out "I was going to use it to play fetch" I was furious. I'm not irrational or emotional, but I really loved my wife so I screamed "WHY DONT YOU USE A FUCKING STICK OR A BONE YOU STUPID BITCH!" and I hit her really hard on the head and everyone at the park saw. Some guy decided it was his duty to push me over for discipling my legal responsibility. I fell down the hill and came to a stop in my yard, knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone, this old man came a rolling home.
