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The Creepy Baby

In by Wyatt on August 18, 2010 at 9:51 am

When I first worked here it was outside where everyone could see it. I don’t think anyone knew where it came from, or why it was there. I’d just try to ignore it as I delivered the people their dishes.

But you couldn’t ignore it. Those eyes. They stared at you — they snarled at you. Why was there so much rage on a baby’s face? It was playing this tiny guitar, its mouth smeared open in a jagged grimace, as if it were screaming the lyrics to the eternal song.

Don’t judge me, I ask. But it was my son.

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  1. Hahahahaha didn’t see that coming.

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