My mom couldn't get out of the car because it was locked.
Me: You just open the door.
Mom, before I can explain: I can't.
So Austin unlocks it.
She gets out, we pull away. I groan loudly.
Austin: You love your mom.
Me, grumbling: I know. I love her. To death.
Austin: Come on. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if
something happened to your mom.
I mumble an assent.
Austin: Well, you'd do a dance, then you wouldn't know what to do
with yourself.
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