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When I smoked I hid the ashtray when my mother came to visit. I know, I'm an adult and she should understand it's my place but she doesn't and she hasn't in my entire 31 years. Doubt she'll start now.
She's a jesus freak and she used to get uncomfortable if she ever came across any rpg material or any fantasy book I might be reading. Maybe it was the girls in the leather bikinis on those things. She ignores them now but it used to be a surefire way to get the visit cut short.
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"Now where's the squaw with the rotten tooth?"
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