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That awkward moment when my mother guessed my phone’s passcode and read my messages

so basically my mother read how, at the hamptons last week, an absolutely gorgeous 25 year old lawyer from NYC, who is a runner, watches sherlock and dw religiously, and is a shakespeare scholar hit on me thinking I was in college. Obviously I wasn’t gonna correct him and be like “heyy so I’m actually high school senior, and not yet 18, but still feel free to call me”… and although I thought my mom would be upset, she turned to me and said “finally you realized high school boys are not enough for you. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. I give you full permission to date 25 year olds.” 

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