So I'm getting ready to go to this kid's house for a birthday party for my friend.
My mother yells down the stairs, "try and flirt with some boys tonight."
I yell back, "What is it that you think I usually do?"
She responds, "I know you are a friend to all, considerate of everyone."
I hate that she doesn't even hang out with me when I'm with friends, yet she knows me so well.
I'll try, Mom. But no promises.
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