“Oh, oh, oh, wait!” My mom rushed after me, pulling her clothes on as we exited the front door. She stopped on the porch, shoeless and wary of the brambles present in our yard, grown from the wind and negligence.

“Before you go,” She started. I turned towards her and roll my eyes. Even on errands, she stops me for errands! I tapped my foot, impatient.

“Before you go, get the bagwithtthegunandtheweed out of the front seat.” I threw up my hands and turned around, flinging open the car door and pulling the bag out. I marched forward and thrust it towards her.

“Thanks, I forgot to ask you before you went out last time.”

I turned again and ran towards the car, surely already late. Halfway to my destination I had the thought.

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