February 10th, 2015 - Phone Call

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Mum? Hello, it's me.

Were you wondering if after all these years I'd like to meet? 'Cause no bloody way, you irresponsible child. You barely call anymore! I thought I raised you better than this!

Oh. Right. Sorry?

You think sorry's gonna make this better?! I better see a book of yours published soon, or I'm bringing you right back to the farm!

I'm sorry, mother, but I did call for a reason—

You call me after weeks and you need a reason to do so?

—mum I think I'm gay.

That was your reason? But I already know that?

What?

Yeah, I mean you looked at that farmhand the way I looked at that farmhand, don't try me, I'm your mother.

Oh. I'm... I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight mum. Love you. And tell dad I say the same to him.

I love you too, son. Bye bye, now.

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