Parents Held Emergency Meeting About My Failed Bus…

interventions, career counselors, and not-so-subtle job listings appearing in my email.

“Someone had to do something,” she defended.

“You’ve been working out of that tiny office downtown, driving that old car, living in that starter condo,” Mom added sadly. “We just want you to have the life you deserve.”

I checked my phone discreetly.

6:58 p.m.

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