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Have a nice day.

I'm pissed. With my parents. Because.
  1. They assume. Assume that they're bad kids.
  2. There's no trust. Come on, I'm 19. I know what I'm doing. I'm hardly going to rebel against you at this age. Nor am I going to start smoking.
  3. Trying to control who I mix around with isn't going to sit well with me. At all.
Imagine if I told them what I was doing last night.
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