NOW THE WOMAN IS PUTTING MITCHELL IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
My phone Rings. It says Ma, I sigh and pick it up.
"Hello."
"Hi, Kiersten? Its Mitchell!"
"Oh, Hi Benah!"
*talk about Christmas package that is very likely lost at this point and thus pisses me off*
"You know I don't care but Mom wanted to know."
"The tracking number still says its in Chicago."
"Okay
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