FallOutBoy221B
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I'm 15. I love my step-dad.
I'm 15, I hate my mother.
I'm 15, and my step-dad loves me.
I mean, he LOVES me. As in, we kiss, we hug, we cuddle, we make love.
We're best friends.
We're lovers.
And the only thing standing in our way is...my mother.
And of course a million other things.