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“Yeah, mom, I even made fresh whipped cream. Mom helped me lug the chest to the school kitchen closet. “Don’t mind me, honey. Don’t forget to bring your report straight to me. Have a great day, my full-grown boy.” She smiled then, quite unaware that I was growing great lengths in the presence of her disarrayed clothing.
