It's Spring time. Hurray. For me, this means the yearly fight that lasts three months. My mom will start it in a few weeks. I'll wear shorts or a skirt one day when it's nice. Mother will say my legs are pasty and I should wait until I get a tan. A few weeks later, she'll suggest I wear a skirt on a nice warm day. Then, she'll tell me not to wear
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