You're a pathetic excuse for a step-son. You're not even worth being my step-son. I know where you belong. Shrunken down, nothing but a tiny, worthless flea faggot in between my toes. That's where you belong, in my foot filth, my toejam. Now, let's slip on some old flip flops and take a nice, long walk in the summer heat. After all, I'd love to watch you get baked and try to swim in all that filth ;)

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