Fearing for my Life

My mom poked her head into my room and asked about my plans for the books on my nightstand. I plan to read them, of course.

She asked how long it would take me to read them if I did nothing else. No work, no school, no other commitments. I guesstimated 3 months. She rolled her eyes and left, then shot back that they wouldn’t kill me if they fell, but it would hurt a lot. Yep. Probably true.

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