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| Mom...how come I don't look like you or have any of your genetical characteristics and traits? | |
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| I mean...I'm not musically gifted like you or have any artistic talent nor do I enjoy classical music or consider myself to be cultured in any sense of the word like you. | |
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| I don't look good or feel good about myself. I'm fat, lazy, do drugs, sleep with all of my friends, wear these goth clothes and makeup to your church just to embarrass you! Why am I like this? | |
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| Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Because...ha-ha-ha...I...AM...NOT...YOUR...REAL...MOM! HEE-HEE! HAW-HAW! YUK, YUK, YUK! | |
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