MOTHER: Get your
toothbrush. Don't forget your eye drops. Get your ID. Take a laundry bag. Get
your new shirt. Take a jacket with you.
SON: Come on, mom.
Every time I go somewhere you say the same things. I'm tired of this situation.
MOTHER: It's okay.
I am your mother. Let me say one more thing. Get your glasses. Take your
vitamins. Put a chip on.
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