On Wednesday nights Novembers mum had her craft guild meeting, I usually stayed over because we could watch the movies Novembers mum didn't like us watching ( MA 15+ )a huge collection of those midday domestic-violence telemovies with names like, sex in the city, she thought they were traumatising for us, but we thought they were funny, we spent most of the time yelling at the stupid heroines ' don't walk around backwards!' ' his in the pantry!' ' turn the lights on!', after school, Novembers mum picked us up in her big real-estate sedan, and spent the whole drive home talking about her day, if she actually sold real estate it might have been a bit more exciting, but she was a property manager, so it was all blocked toilets and change locks, one time, about four years earlier, a tenant had lift a live python in the linen press, but most of the time they just lift a mess and unpaid bills.
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Just Being Me
Genç KurguWhat happens when your worst friend, who used to be your best friend, threatens to become your sister?
