... I'm going to be 20. Twenty! OMG!
I am entirely too amused by it, as well as the fact that Mum is having real problems with it. The letting-go type problems, of course. This is my mother, after all; the one who didn't want me to take a walk because it was dark at the age of 16. It was six o'clock and winter, Mother dear, of course it was
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