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| I just realized
something. I'm thirty years old, I'm single, and I still live with my
mother. How pathetic am I? My house is the only good thing I have going
for me, and still, I think the Shinras are gonna want this mansion back
someday. I'm living in a giant house, but I still have nobody but Mother
to share it with. But then again, Mother is in every room in the house
it seems. Who'd believe that something with no legs, no arms, and a
barely distinguishable head could move around so quickly. It doesn't
help that she talks directly into my head all the time. Sephiroth, it's time for my bath. Sephiroth, don't touch me with that sponge, I'm allergic to water. Sephiroth, the curtains set themselves on fire again. I swear I'm gonna go insane again if somebody doesn't save me from Mother. A date would be nice too, but good luck getting her into the house or me out of it. Oh shit. I guess I'll get my wish today and leave the house. Why didn't Mother tell me the house was on fire? I know she noticed the house was on fire; she's out on the lawn with her pet fish Tiffany, waving at my room. Where's the phone? Does Nibelheim have a fire department? Mother could just use an Aqualung attack on the house and put out the flames. She knows this. I know this. I also know she won't do it. If I could find a damn Enemy Skill materia I'd put it out myself, but all my materia is lining the bottom of Tiffany's bowl... I hate Mother. |
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