Mum: You still need to paint the house...
Me: Oh. I... I am so sorry Mum... (Starts to cry)
I... I can not paint the house because I am dying.. I feel it
coming mum. It's scratching at my soul, tearing me apart.. I. I
don't want to go, mum. I'm.. I'm so scared. But... I...
See... I see the light... It's coming closer. (Grips her shirt
and falls on my knees, whispering.) Please, don't cry and my
funeral... (Dramatically dies)
Mum: Okay. I want it done by the end of this
week.
Oniichan · 1 decade ago
XD
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