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Let’s face it- you were absent for most, if not all, of my childhood. Yes Mom, I realize you were always there, in the house. Always there, drinking out of glass bottles, because “drinking out of cans is low class.” Always there, locked in your room, smoking marijuana because it helped you to “be creative”. Always there, because you never left the house except for a short walk across the street to buy cigarettes.
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About Her Bad Mother
