Bad Word

“I know a bad word, Mommy,” Klara announced mysteriously.

“What is it?” I asked, thinking “I’ll murder everybody at that school is this why I’m paying for a religious school dirty rotten bastards.”

“I can’t tell you,” she said. “It’s bad.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “You can tell me.”

“Pathetic!” she said with a shy giggle.

“Yeah, that’s a bad one,” I said, cancelling my plans for a mass murder at school.

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