Before my mom remarried, she was engaged to a guy I call Cereal Killer.  He was super cool and I really liked him.  We all had a lot of fun together.  I used to tease him about the way he ate cereal, hence the name.  She broke off the engagement when I was in 8th grade.  She said it wasn’t my fault, but I knew it was because of what I told her…

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