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My mother knows I’m not eating junk food… She comes to my apartment with a bucket of ice-cream and says “I brought this but I can take it if you don’t want it”.
It’s like she enjoys seeing me crumble to temptation.
That’s not nice lol
Oh man, that’s not all, she’s the first person to give me hell when I’m gaining weight.
It’s like I’m a psychology experiment or something. I already know what to expect so it’s fine.
