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My Mom©
My Mom is a nag. A stream of consciousness, relentless where
are you going, where have you been, what are you wearing,
what were you thinking, when will you be home, who’s on the phone,
why are you late, when will you be ready, how could
you, why did you, when will you...Snoop.
She sleeps with one eye open, she tracks me on radar, she
knows what I am thinking before I do.
My Mom won’t leave me alone.
Ever.
She promised.
I believe her.
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