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if i go too far, i notify my parents that we're going out of town.
i rarely let them know when i'm back.
it's one of those, if i die, i need someone to rescue the cats thing.
and a throwback to a vacation as a kid that i took with a cousin and we changed hotels mid-trip and my parents had no idea where we were for two days.
i think i was 12 or 13 and babysitting my younger second cousins while their parents partied at Late-Nigth Disney or something.
recently we didn't call anyone before we left or when we came back.
it was nice.
my parents were already on their vacation.
i hate feeling obligated but i do it to myself all the time.
my mother's the Guilt-Trip-Master.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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