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Through the Funnel

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Tambry needed some help with the new baby, so she hired the girl. The girl was perfect, she could cook, clean and was perfect in handling the child.
Sometime later, the baby began to refuse to eat and had to be fed through a funnel, so the baby food would be mixed with milk and poured slowly through the funnel.
One particularly frustrating evening, as the girl was deep frying chicken in a big pot, the baby started to cry. The girl was already heating up the baby food in a pot. The girl walked over to the baby and picked her up. And then walked to the deep frying chicken. She thought to her self "I could just drop it in and run away" she came very close to doing it as the timer went off, she looked at the other pot with the baby food on the cooker and she put the baby back in the cot. She sighed. The baby food seemed warm enough. Then the baby started crying again. She got the funnel and put it in the baby's mouth. Then she went to the cooker and got the pot. She looked at the baby and whispered "I hate you" as she poured the hot oil down its throat. The baby couldn't even cry.
She smiled.

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