Mom and I have gotten into a horrible fight. I cried for three hours. I dimly remember how it even started. Mom brought up - again - bringing me down to NC for an extended period of time. I kept trying to reassure her that I would find a job or volunteer work, but she pressed, so I restated the above, my voice growing in volume in some vain
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