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| Mom let me do her hair!
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Mom is my mom. Her name is mom. Like most moms, and women in general, my mom is an expert at psychological warfare - exposing me to her vivid imagination when I was just a wee lad. She used to make up moral stories about hypothetical things that might happen to my brother and I should we not listen to her. The story for that particular lesson went a little something like this...
"One day, you guys are going to be running somewhere, and I'm going to tell you to 'stop.' And you're not going to listen to me and there is going to be a powerline down where you're running, and you'll die because you didn't listen to what I told you to do."
Thats my mom for you. Actually, she isn't all that bad. She lets my friends and I have weekly parties at my house, which pisses me off sometimes because most of my friends really don't respect her for it.
Mom packs me lunches almost every day for school, and I love her for it!
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