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The Dream Gift
“How was your day?” she politely asked. “Nothing new,” I said and moved towards the fridge. “Hmmp...” mom mumbled and moved her attention back to the papers in front of her. I recognized the tone in her voice. I opened a can of Coke asked: “What did you mean by that?” “I didn’t say anything,” mom claimed, without raising her gaze from the papers. “Yes you did.” “You still don’t have a date, do you?” It wasn’t really a question. Mom had tried to set me up with a neighbor’s...