GAH!! I hate them.
They're like vellum records. Oh no, wait, everybody loves vellum records, so parents cannot be like them. Hmm, parents are more like.... pants that go up past your chest, computers that take a half an hour to load a page, and vaccums that don't do what they're supposed to.
Yes, I understand that they're only trying to do what's best for me. They're trying to be the best they can for me. I understand that, and I love them for it. But GOD. Just back up and give me some space.
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