Leaning against my new black G-Class, I stand waiting in the parking lot of the sports hall. My mother has once again asked me to pick up the little princess, as if she couldn't walk herself. I want to take her home as quickly as possible, I want to meet the boys at the warehouse later. I'm flicking away my cigarette when she comes out of the gym. Her eyes red and swollen, did she cry? Would I like to know, not really Move your butt a little faster, princess, I have plans!
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