The reason that I was put up for adoption was because I some how knocked my "father's" two front teeth out and was permantly tramatised.
I should call my mom and tell her this. Because she took me from two artists that were brillant. They had a huge mansion, for some reason I was living with them, and I had a guest house to myself.
Of course, my so called parents were absolutly insane.
That's what I get for having a dream like that. In real life equals good parents. In dream life equals fucked up ones.
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