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>>11231585
Imagine having someone call you in the middle of your workday to tell you your son is dead because another kid stuffed cheese down his shirt. Imagine having to drive to the hospital to see your son's lifeless corpse lying on a stretcher. He will never grow up. He will never get married. He will never have kids. He will never have his first kiss. He will never graduate. He will never have a job. He will never go to college. He will never own a home. You will never have another Christmas with him. You will never sing "Happy Birthday" to him again. You will never hug your son and wave goodbye to him as he gets on the school bus. You will have to clean out your son's room, put away his toys, his games, his clothes, his posters, his bed. You will have to go to his funeral, watch them put the small casket into the ground and forever entomb him in dirt. You will live to an old age, but your son will forever be a child in your memories. When you die, your son will be entirely forgotten to the world.

Because some kid stuck a single piece of fucking cheese down your son's shirt.