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My name is Debbie, I am Timmy Morrison’s mother. Today, once again, I have walked in on my son sitting on his bed sobbing into his pillow, lamenting that Jemalki has killed him in his favorite video game, Fortnite, once again. Tim plays on his PlayStation every night until bedtime, and this is the third night this week he has skipped his dinner to play, only to be thrown into a fit of crying and remorse after being killed by you.
Debbie Morrison