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When I was done with my work round two in the afternoon, I went home. I stopped quickly at the store for some cookies and ice cream. I was oddly in the mood for sweet stuff even though I don't like sweet stuff. I'm more of a chips and pickles girl, but never ice cream and cookies. When I got home, I made myself a caramel iced coffee and sat down and switched on my TV and went to Netflix and selected Shadow and Bone. I just started it, and I drank my iced coffee and ate my ice cream and dipped my cookies in the ice cream. I watched one episode, and then my mom called me on video call. I answered, and my mom and dad were on their couch in our childhood home. "Hey, honey, what are you up to on your day off?" "Mom asks, and Dad is just waiting for an answer. 'Hey Mom, Dad, Netflix and chilling, eating cookies and ice cream, and drinking caramel iced coffee,' I say, and Mom and Dad's faces are shocked at me. 'Sweet stuff? You hate sweet stuff,' my dad says, and they look at me with a 'what's going on?' face. If Mom could, she would check if my temperature is high." "I know, right? It's strange for me too. It started last week out of the blue, and I have been ignoring the thought about it... Enough about me. Why did you call?" I ask and look at each other and then back at me. "We are just making sure you're still coming." Next Saturday for your birthday, Mom asks and eyes me up and down like she is interrogating me. "Yes, of course I am. I'll be there Friday evening. I'll take the bike," I say, and Mom's face turns murderous. "You will not, young lady, over my dead body." "Mom says she is not the biggest fan of my bike, but Dad is; he taught me to ride it alongside Knox. We have matching bikes, all three of us. Willow was never interested; she kept with her Lambo. "But Mom, I never get to drive it. Please, I'll even ask Knox to drive with me and ask Mia to come with the Ferrari with our suitcases, please," I beg my mom. I keep on begging till she caves. "Only if Knox drives with you, okay?" she says with a sigh. I'm a grown woman that has to ask her mother permission to drive her bike.
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