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May 2020
Dear mom,

We have an unspoken promise;
Not to make sacrificial altars
In the basement.
I kept that promise this year.
That’s my gift.

Next year though...
Is joke. I baked some sweets for my mom and gave a card saying something like this.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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