mom’s meeting, my escape
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the smell of angel + coffee means somebody has turned our living room into work again. #
Came home and knew before I reached the room. Angel. Coffee. Adult voices.
Mom’s colleagues.
Again.
-.-
I went upstairs, studied, came down for water and was captured. `”Alice, how are the exams?”` `”Alice, what are you doing afterwards?”` `”Alice, your mother says you’re very good at mathematics.”` MOM. Please stop releasing academic press statements.
They are lovely people. Truly.
I would simply like them to conduct business somewhere that does not contain my refrigerator.
Later I got ready, stole Angel from the bathroom while Mom was literally downstairs, and went out.
Crime requires confidence.
Remember me, Eclipse.
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