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[jolel]

My back itches awfully bad right now.

I'm at work.
I'm pretty tired, actually.
I had almost forgotten how busy Saturday evenings can get.
Tonight has reminded me.

My mom brought my food,
and ate dinner with me.
It was cute.

I could tell she has a million things on her mind,
and she could tell I didn't want to hear them.
Does that make me a bad daughter?
Not wanting to know?
I'm scared to know.

I think I already know.