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Being in the car without your parents and having the radio blasting
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So my mom grew up with 6 brothers so she's a bit of a tom-boy but I've told her like twice that she is too manly and she has a bob cut which isn't all bad and she buys clothes like 4 sizes too big and the only reason I know her shirts are for women is because the buttons are on the left side and she gives me the most evil look any time I suggest jewelry or a femanine looking cardigan or blouse to her, and she was like one tear away from having a tantrum in the store when my aunt and I took her to get 1" heels, but the funniest part is my best friend has the EXACT opposite problem with her mom
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