| global.oxt | 1.41 | EMSTR_266 | Franklin – you ain't been home. I got worried. Thought about calling but you never pick up so I did some digging and found you ain't been home cos ain't your home no more.~nrt~ You living up in Vinewood Hills, where you don't belong, boy. A word of goodbye would have been nice. Well, so you aware, I've been to the desert to get certified as a pelvic floor exercise instructor. I have been weak down there for so long. Well, no longer. Now I am strong and I will lead. And you are weak. Not just as a man, but as a person. You're really losing yourself, and I don't like it. You ain't got no respect. What if I want to put a women's Arts Center in the home? What if I want to start running pelvic floor classes myself there? Well as I always say, you come from trash, you stay trash and that's what you is, boy. I loved my sister, but boy did she make some mistakes, including in having you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got boundless love to experience. Your aunt. ~nrt~ |