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Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

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You were spooked by somebody’s dog barking. I want you to know that your dad walked you back there so he could stare threateningly at whatever animal had the nerve to possibly, maybe be barking in your general direction.

You should also know that your face is dirty because Murray drooled on you.

I want you to be able to quiet your fears.

Okay, here's why I want you respond that way if somebody calls you a nigger.