Me: Hi Mom
Mom: Hi baby. How are you?
Me: Doing okay. It's hot as hell.
Mom: What's wrong?
Damn her motherly senses. She can hear the slightest hitch in my voice from 200 miles away.
It's going to be a fun Sunday.
And her eyes had all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming. Random thoughts and events from a random life. Nec mortem effugere quisquam nec amorem potest.
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