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“Don’t you love her?”

“I do, but she’s more like a mother.”

“And you don’t have a girlfriend? You should, it’s fun. I have a boyfriend.”

“Your mom is my girlfriend.” Wait? What? “What do you mean you have a boyfriend?!”

“Yeah, Sergio. He’s sixteen and sells gelato in the plaza and he always brings me some. He let me kiss him once.” I was having a coronary. Sweet Lord, I was mad.

“You don’t have a boyfriend. You are not allowed.”

“Who says?”

“I say!”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

God damn it, why did she have to be so much like me? That stubbornness and steely determination? The best of me and her mother.

“Do you want to go to Disneyland or not?”

“Fine.”

Ha! I won this one.

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