After a half hour of gas blasts, the mother won by a landslide. She lets out a triumphant laugh as her daughters lay on the kitchen floor, passed out from the stench of her mother's farts. Her arms were crossed as she thought of what to do to them.
She would carry them to her room and smirk as she took out her phone and called their schools to tell them that they were both sick. To make sure she had the entire day, she also called her workplace and says that she was sick. Now that they were dismissed from school, she thought of something to do with them.
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