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Fellow White People Christmas story

First of all merry Christmas. Anyways just a couple of short stories. One time it was July or something. I was feeling like a troll so I ran into my sisters room while she was sleeping. I shook her awake “wake up! Wake up! Santa came! Hurry come on!” She takes a second. Looks at me through her groggy child eyes. She jumps up all excited and runs down stairs to see all the presents. Obviously there wasn’t anything there. The second one is I told a little kid that Santa clause is fat because he eats all the children who see him so make sure you go to bed on Christmas Eve. His parents didn’t think it was funny but I think trolling is the funnest thing in the world. It’s an art form

First of all merry Christmas. Anyways just a couple of short stories. One time it was July or something. I was feeling like a troll so I ran into my sisters room while she was sleeping. I shook her awake “wake up! Wake up! Santa came! Hurry come on!” She takes a second. Looks at me through her groggy child eyes. She jumps up all excited and runs down stairs to see all the presents. Obviously there wasn’t anything there. The second one is I told a little kid that Santa clause is fat because he eats all the children who see him so make sure you go to bed on Christmas Eve. His parents didn’t think it was funny but I think trolling is the funnest thing in the world. It’s an art form

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I could almost believe that, if I didn't look almost just like my dad. My mom made sure that I knew that I was the result of an unplanned, unexpected and unwanted pregnancy, as soon as I was old enough to understand. A doctor had told her she wasn't able to have more children, after my two sisters. So, she made sure I knew how pissed she was about it. Regular beatings were a part of my life until I was 14 YO and realized I was bigger than her. Yes, there is a difference between a spanking and a beating. The last time she came at me with that belt, I realized that I was looking down at her and knocked her on her ass and informed her that she would not be beating on me any more. I moved in with one of my sisters soon after that when it became apparent that someone was about to get killed and I wasn't planning on it being me.