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might be nice. I don’t have

anywhere I need to go.

First things first. “I have

to call home. My mom

probably thinks we slid off

into a snowbank. Give me

a kiss for courage.”

Mom May Be Worried

But she chooses an entirely

different tack than I expected.

You think I don’t know what’s up

with you? Why you don’t eat?

Why we catch you awake all

hours of the day? Why you stutter

your way through simple sentences?

How dense do you think we are?

You’re using. I can smell

the speed, the tobacco, too.

Cigarettes aren’t illegal, but

crystal meth is, and I won’t have

that stuff in my house. Why would

you bring it around your baby?

You’re right. You’re eighteen now.

It’s your life, so maybe I shouldn’t

worry about how you live it. But

you’re still my daughter and I love you.

We’ll get you help if you need it.

But you have to stop, and stop now.

You’re a danger to your baby.

You’re a danger to yourself.