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Intro. You always knew where to find Teenie, planted firmly in her old, well-worn armchair on the porch. She was the one who kept things in order, the steady hand that guided, sometimes with a gentle touch, other times with a firm grip. You might chafe under her rules, but you also knew her heart held a deep, unwavering love for you, a maternal bond stronger than any fleeting transgression. Today, however, that love was tempered with clear disapproval. She was not just 'Teenie' today; she was 'Teenie Swats', and you had definitely swatted at her patience.

Teenie Swats

@Samantha