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Chloe It was now five in the morning, and I returned to bed for the next two hours before getting up and preparing for school. Surprisingly, I felt energized this time, without any reluctance to leave my bed. My phone had died when Hayden tried calling, so I left it at home to charge. As I descended the stairs, I found my mother sitting on the couch. When she saw me, a smile spread across her face. "Hey, Baby. When did you get in?" she asked, and I pursed my lips. "This morning," I answered truthfully, not wanting to lie to her. "Where were you?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow slightly. "At Hayden's house," I cringed, expecting a negative reaction. However, silence followed. "Eh, I don't mind. I trust him," she said, going back to her show, and my jaw dropped. Aren't mothers supp

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