Tony was getting fed up. His friend wasn’t listening to him.
“No no no you don’t get it! I’m f***ing my mother!” - he screamed.
The restaurant went quiet.
Tony came from a strange family, to say the least. His great-grandparents were the creators of plastic. Yes, plastic. His mom was an eccentric aspiring author working on her debut novel about a mom who seduces her son on a yacht - that everyone believed to be more of an autobiography.
Strange? Sure.
Homicidal? Absolutely.
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