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Scott—My mom waited up for us pt 4
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2025-02-07 20:15:00"Mom, stop. You know this shit pisses him off. Just stop," Willow thundered, grabbing the album out of her hands and slamming it down on the table.
"You can't just cut him out forever, Scott. You've got to let it go, baby," said my mom, her voice so gentle.
I knew she meant well, but it was like she was betraying her eighteen year old son all over again. Taking Jeff's side over mine.
"After what you and Jeff did, he can do whatever the fuck he wants," said Willow, my champion, walking right past Stacy to wrap her arms around me.
"I'm okay," I said, withdrawing from her calmly.
"When are you going to stop pushing him to make yourself feel better? It's fucking bullshit. Fuck Jeff. He's gone, mom. When are you going to accept that?" Willow yelled at my mom, storming out and up the stairs ahead of me.
Willow was who I wished I could
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