"Look, this is serious--I need you to bucker up, put on a nice, pretty dress, and walk out of this house."
I hate it when my mother is bossy, especially when all she's doing is trying to get rid of me. "I know you're up to something! What's going on? You can tell me!"
"No, I can't," she shushed me.
"Why Not?!"
"Because you are your father's daughter."
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