Historia de la chancleta

There was a black mariposa who came in my house,
and I must use who, since it is believe that black mariposas
are dead relatives who come to visit you.
It freaked me the fuck out.
I wanted to run away from it but my aunt wanted me to kill it.
"Dan fiebre!" dijo "y seguro es mi suegra que vino a joderme, mátala."
So I grabbed my chancletas and started running after the butterfly,
but then I dropped the chancletas because the mariposa started fluttering towards me
only to be hit by the chancletas for dropping them in the first place.
Welcome home.

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