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WHAT A F*CKING P*SSY!
"what do you mean we leave tonight?"
she stared at her neatly packed things in the corner of the hotel room. her mom was laying in the bed still, playing some facebook game on her phone, glasses sitting low on the bridge of her nose.
"i texted you last night and you acted like you didn't see my messages," her mom shrugged. "it was my responsibility to get us a flight back home and that's what i did,"
"but my friends,"
"there's a time for friends and there's a time for school," her mom scolded. "i know you said something about going out when your friends get home from school so i booked the lastest flight for eleven,"
mimose sighed. "thank you," it was the least she could say. they really did need to go back home and staying until friday was going to bring a week behind on her work.
"that means be back by nine so we can go and make sure there won't be any other complications," her mom told her. "your dad should be back before us,"
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