‘No one likes a tattletale you know.’
’You’re a sick man!’
‘Hey! Rape victims’ live the rest of their lives with psychological damage. That’s why I kill mine.’
’You’re going to hell!’
The crowd busted out in laughter.

Oh my god. He turned off the television and rubbed his eyes. What is tv coming to. He blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling, letting the moment settle before he went to bed.
The phone rang next to him. He rolled his head towards it and suddenly his arm felt a thousand pounds. This better be an emergency, “Hello?”
“Hey, son. I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No, no, it’s fine. What’s up?”
“Oh nothing much. Your mom and I are headed out to the beach tomorrow and we were wondering if you wanted to come with us.”
“How long are we going to be out? Our meeting is the 24th.”
A long drawn out sigh was heard over the phone, “I’m dropping out of the election. Your mother talked some sense into me, and, well, I’m not going to wrestle my own son for the company.” Time stopped. “You deserve it.”

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