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[strangers_call]

She smells like perfume, like warmth and make up and she rubs my back to wake me up for school.  It's warm, the blankets, the sheets, the pillow against my cheek and I don't want to leave.  It's cold outside, in the fall, in the school, in my shoes and in my dress.  I can hear the blow dryer, the vroom of it.  My mother's hair is curly it use to be

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[hellion_king]

More than what I go.

This is nice, Dee.

[strangers_call]

Hey, Julian. Long night I guess. What do you remember about your mom?

[hellion_king]

She always kept her distance, always on the phone. Always dolled up. Everything about her was perfect because thats how she wanted people to see her. As perfect.

[strangers_call]

Hmmm, dolls, perfect dolls. What does she smell like?

[hellion_king]

.....Nail polish.... Baby powder... and lilacs.

[strangers_call]

That sounds beautiful, I like those smells. When you come across them do you think of her?

[hellion_king]

I try not to.

[strangers_call]

It's hard to think of her sometimes?

[hellion_king]

She cut me out of her life, why should i waste my time thinking fondly of her?

[strangers_call]

Because she's your mom and even though she did that. I dunno.

[hellion_king]

N'ah, fuck her. SHe made her choice.

[strangers_call]

Yeah, I guess so.