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Lorenzo

My eyes darted towards the clock on my desk, willing the hands to move faster. "Mom, I think I need to leave. I have a meeting."

My mom settled into the sofa, making herself comfortable. "Just a minute, dear. We need to talk."

"What's wrong now?" I sighed, trying to hide my frustration.

"You don't want to talk to your mother now, do you?" she asked, catching my sign.

I forced a smile