Dear Blackout,My mother has never called me by name, she calls me beautiful“How was your day, beautiful?”“Beautiful, help clean up.”“Yes, beautiful?”And I believed her.But then I turned on the tv,flipped through the

Dear Blackout,My mother has never called me by name, she calls me beautiful“How was your day, beautiful?”“Beautiful, help clean up.”“Yes, beautiful?”And I believed her.But then I turned on the tv,flipped through the

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