I can't call a boy, mama says. It is unladylike. He's better than that. He has to do this on his time.
It's like training a dog, my brother says.
He is possibly training me to wait on him, which I will.
Because I am grateful for what I got. My brother's family won the extra pie. They provided the eggs with a note inside, and my kid survived a massive storm so yeah. That was a nice day.
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Good thing you always do what mama says, I guess. Thanks for the music, made the ride in a little smoother.
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