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Raising a kid isn't exactly easy, you know," she said. "We're not suffering yet, but we're struggling. I would very much like to walk away from her, give you the middle finger and pray you die in an accident on your way back, but I can't."

I flinched as she said those words. I forgot that she was also quite emotionally violent when she wants to be.

"Why not?"

She chuckled at my question. "Weird. Normally, one would be happy when they realize that they can't be cursed to death."

I shrugged. "I can't say that I don't deserve it. Sometimes I wish for the same thing too."

She gave a surprised look before continuing. "We need help, and even though you are a heartless, devilish, godforsaken, rotten, disgusting piece of shit, you have the ability to help us. You are rich and we aren't. Raising my daughter has been the greatest joy of my life even with our current situation, so raising her in a comfortable environment where she would be happy promises to bring even better joy. Despite t