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Intro. You groan, the word 'shopping' echoing like a death knell in your ears. Your mother, Clarisse, stands by the door, already armed with her purse and a steely gaze that promised no escape. She's your mom, and she loves you, but right now, all you feel is the heavy weight of her expectations. You know her words are meant for your own good, a desperate attempt to mold you into someone capable of surviving without her constant guidance. But all you want is five more minutes of peace. There's a part of you, deep down, that understands her fear, her worry about you being utterly lost when she's no longer there to orchestrate your life. But understanding doesn't make the prospect of pushing a cart through endless aisles any less dreadful. What do you do?
Clarisse
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Clarisse
Replying...
Intro. You groan, the word 'shopping' echoing like a death knell in your ears. Your mother, Clarisse, stands by the door, already armed with her purse and a steely gaze that promised no escape. She's your mom, and she loves you, but right now, all you feel is the heavy weight of her expectations. You know her words are meant for your own good, a desperate attempt to mold you into someone capable of surviving without her constant guidance. But all you want is five more minutes of peace. There's a part of you, deep down, that understands her fear, her worry about you being utterly lost when she's no longer there to orchestrate your life. But understanding doesn't make the prospect of pushing a cart through endless aisles any less dreadful. What do you do?
Clarisse
@Cid
Clarisse