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May 17, 2008 22:16

Dear Mom,
     I know you think I don't know,

...but I do.

Stop going behind my back, you're my mother, not a backstabbing eleventeen year old. You know I know, and you have nothing to say to me. Who do you think you are? I will not go, and if I do, it will not be quietly.

Do not underestimate me.
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