My Mom Is Impregnated By A Delinquent Game

Neighbors clucked and shrugged. “People will say anything,” they told us. But on rainy nights I would catch the baby watching the game console with the same intensity my mother once had. It looked at the pixels like kin. When I turned the console off, it squirmed and made a sound like a saved game being deleted.

Let me know how I can assist appropriately. my mom is impregnated by a delinquent game