Im not Lebanese

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Oh my god it's Miranda. I run downstairs so fast I don't think I felt the steps on my feet it's like I just jumped. As she walks in the house I feel my heart squeeze into my throat. I walk down and introduce myself. Instead of talking like me I started talking like miranda. " hello I am your number one MIRFANDA." " You are so bootyfull." I say shaking. " I know you don't have to tell me twice." She says. She walks around the house and looks in all of the rooms and even into mine. When she walks into mine she says " I'm so excited to live here with you guys. " So do u have a husband?" My mom asks. " Nope." She says. " Um do you have a Wife?". My mom presses on. " NO IM NOT LEBANESE." " sorry sorry." Ugh my mom is so embarrassing. She turns the corner and walks into her room. I hear her making a video and I walk in absentminded. She looks back " why are you in here I am making a video." Sorry I... She turns to the camera " I am so excited I moved into my new house and this is my new roommate and boyfriend." I grab a chair and sit next to here. " Uh hi people of YouTube."

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