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I do not understand why my parents are still on about my clothes. Which is weirder, a young woman wearing all black or an older woman who's fucking obsessed with how her adult daughter dresses? I mean quite literally crying over how messed up I am for wearing that stuff, ranting about it for an hour or more at a time. It's at the point where I had to refuse to be in the room with her if she talked about my clothing, just for my own sanity!
Granted I'm pretty sure if it wasn't my clothing she'd just be on about something else. Still, it's almost morbidly amusing how obsessed she is.
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