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He begins to question me about his sister. He is saying I am crazy and that his sister, my alleged daughter was my caretaker. I look at the blood on the phone and then notice red spots on the walls and ground.
My son finds this large bloody knife in the corner. It was hard to see since my house is very dark. Then it hit me I began to remember about the woman with the strange pills. I remember her calling me dad, maybe she was the crazy one.
He is telling me there was a murder in my home. He believes I did it but he must be crazy. He needs to stop letting his imagination run wild. I sat down with him and told him to calm down and everything will be ok. I couldn't ever kill anybody.
He says he is calling the cops and I hit the phone out of his hand. He asks me to stay back like he's almost scared of me. He runs to his phone and I grab the knife and stab him.
I take him out to my field to bury him. The boy was rude anyway and he was jealous of my wealth. I never really liked my son anyway. He tried to accuse me of murder. He makes me angry.
I went back inside and laid in my bed. I slept just like a baby. I woke up the next morning alone like always. My day is the same as every other day...I think.
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