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So I got this for Christmas.

And my mom has a habit of judging books by their cover, so she thought it’s some sort of a philosophical autobiography.

She took it from me a few minutes ago, saying that she really wanted to read it.

Before I could explain what it was really about, she flips it to this page:

She just closed it, gave it back to me, and slowly left my room.

I’m dying.

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