
“Why the hell aren’t you ready yet?” Mom presses her hands to her waist in order to give me the full effect of her glare. “I just need to change my jacket, you all can leave, I’ll catch up behind you.”


“Why the hell aren’t you ready yet?” Mom presses her hands to her waist in order to give me the full effect of her glare. “I just need to change my jacket, you all can leave, I’ll catch up behind you.”

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