I Killed Your Mother
Fran drove along the winding lane. She held the baby deer nestled in her arms. She'd hit its mother on the road a bit ago. The fawn trembled, but put its trust in Fran. She'd decided she'd make a stew out of it when she got home.
She'd decided she'd make a stew out of it when she got home. Fran drove along the winding lane. She'd hit its mother on the road a bit ago. She held the baby deer nestled in her arms. The fawn trembled, but put its trust in Fran.