my mother, the psychic

so i’m sitting at the dining table eating breakfast this morning and my mom sits down and looks at me…

mom: did something happen?
me: no.
mom: i know something happened, why won’t you tell me?
me: i’m fine.
mom: i know something is wrong, you can’t hide things from me.

Sunday Nov 11 @ 01:51pm


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