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Oh, Mother, just leave me alone
can't you see I know what I'm doing? No, I know that something is up I can tell from all the gum you are chewing. Why can't you just let me be? I'm old enough to do what I please. Because I love you – you're my only child and you don't need to be in possession of these. What have you been doing? Going through all my things? This happens to be my house, little girl – start respecting me for a change. How about if I just move out? Then you won't have to worry anymore. You don't understand – probably never will – my heart breaks when you walk out the door.
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