On my mother’s list of Favorite Sayings, number three was, “I might lose the battle, but I always win the war.” Clearly, she had declared war on me. This was the reason I found myself sitting around the dinner table with my family and Brent. When he’d arrived, a victorious light shone in Mom’s eyes, and I realized I’d been lulled into a false sense of security. “I hope you don’t mind.” What could I say? I hid in the bathroom and texted Mathias. Me: Please save me. Mom invited Brent. BRENT IS HERE. Unfortunately, Mathias did not come to my rescue, nor did I contract bubonic plague and
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