Because I made cupcakes for my kids' Valentine's Party it reminds me of a murder I witnessed. I was walking my 11yrold girlfriend home, I was 8 ( when I say girlfriend yes I mean we touched privates) and as we approached her house we saw her drunk father chasing her mother with a hand gun and shooting willy nilly..he got her in the head, neck, and chest. Me and Christina ran to my house where my mom was baking Valentine's cupcakes. We had cupcakes and chocolate milk. The cops came, took Christina and I never saw her again. Her beautiful developing breasts are stuck in my mind. I later found out that the fucking CWS split up her, her sister, and her brother.
That was not the last murder I had witnessed...


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