Jenny: Can I have someting to eat
Me: No, I'm just cooking tea
Jenny: But I'm hungry
Me: OK, have a piece of toast then
Jenny: OK
Niether of us notice anything wrong...
Flat mates: Kate you are turing into our mother.
Kate: Goes and has a mental brakdown
I am not and never will be my mother...I am not and never will be my mother...ARGH - Am I
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