That is a word that describes my mom and I tonight
Hurting.
That is a word that describes my head.
Real Conversation-
Context is that I am lying on the floor of my parents' bedroom with a robe covering my head, and it is midnight.
Me: I'm dead. Do not interrupt me.
Mom: Clara, what about those blankets?
Me: Mom I dont even know what you're talking about
Mom: *pause* I don't either! Who's kidding who?
Chili's mad at mom. I said it's because she's being a psycho bitch. But I was joking and she thought it was funny, for the record. Just in case.
THE PEOPLE ARE COMING TOMORROW AND WHAT TO MAKE OF THAT? ICH WEISS ES NICHT!
Clara
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