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Friday has approached. The day we’ve all been waiting for. The anticipation is spilling out of you like nothing else. You think this is your time to let loose. Making bad decisions because “you’re young” Sure weekends are great, but when you are making all these great mistakes, imagine your mother’s face as she sees your eyes bloodshot and your tongue unable to speak a word that can be comprehendible. Look at you. That’s not the person she raised you to be, is it? Be smart, if for nothing else, for the sake of your mother.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
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Friday has approached. The day we’ve all been waiting for. The anticipation is spilling out of you like nothing else. You think this is your time to let loose. Making bad decisions because “you’re young” Sure weekends are great, but when you are making all these great mistakes, imagine your mother’s face as she sees your eyes bloodshot and your tongue unable to speak a word that can be comprehendible. Look at you. That’s not the person she raised you to be, is it? Be smart, if for nothing else, for the sake of your mother.
emmamelvin
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
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