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Are you my mother, Rosalina?

After the shoe headed out for dinner She ate a salad, and I had a ribeye steak She went on and on about the acting in the show, judging the perforain, she could’ve been acting right now in front ofnot to be my mother

Are you my mother, Rosalina?

“So, what do you think?” she askedeverything without listening to the actual words co out of her mouth

“Hmm?”

“About Denise and Catherine Who do you think is your mother?”

My sto on the others”

“Of course Sorry I didn’t mean to make you unco like that I couldn’t is were for you in your life”

“Rather not talk about that either,” I grumbled

She frowned, and I almost believed it Then I reminded myself that she was an actress The whole world was probably her stage

“Are you interested in dessert?” the server asked

“Oh, no I don’t do sugar,” Rosalina said, waving him off She turned towith Kevin and Stella Stella was obsessed with sugar It’s no surprise that she’s so big to this date”

Piss off, Rosalina

“I swear, every night, she was eating a bowl ofit into her mouth because it was her favorite With a h for a whole company, and it shows on her body”

“There’s nothing wrong with her body,” I coldly snapped

She laughed and leaned in toward me “Please, Damian, you don’t have to play nice It’s no secret she’s massive I bet she’s one scoop of ice cream away from diabetes”

Please don’t be my mother, Rosalina

I stood and left the table without giving her another word Even if it turned out that woet a cent from Stella or me

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