No Laundry Basket

It was all starting to make sense—until I had the most ridiculous argument with my mother over jeans. I know, it sounds trivial, but isn’t that the way it always goes? The small stuff trips you up. It was the 1960s all over again, with us bickering over something as dumb as whether tight jeans were appropriate. It reminded me that no matter how much we evolve, there are always going to be these silly little clashes that bring us back to Earth. Life’s funny like that.

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