Her mom

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Remember the kid you sometimes played with when you were ten? You came to her house after school and thought that’s a strange home, it’s so—unlike. Didn’t spend much time with it cause she was fun, you enjoyed being with her. And somewhere along the way you vaguely registered that her mom wasn’t excactly on top of things. Registered somehow, but without understanding properly, you were only ten.

I’m her mom.

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