Sometimes a girl just needs a night off, y’know?

Mom has this cute new habit of, when I walk out of the house and keep walking (or driving), she locks up. Knowing I left the door unlocked and my house key somewhere within said house.

That’ll teach me to think I can escape.

In case you haven’t met me or didn’t, oh, birth me, let me be clear that stifling my freedom (and not in exchange for a paycheck), does not end well.

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