7:00
Indian food.
"The poor boy doesn't stand a chance." Her words, not mine.
"I'll be driving the big work truck."
*sigh*
Where have I heard that one before? I thought we were done with the truck-truck...
I'm not being mean, am I? I've just got my eyes wide open and this is just too familiar a sight. What was once endearing is no longer; I've already grown up.
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