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True, but he isn't coming home and all this feet wiping at the door of the cellar is peculiar. It reads like a sitcom. "Mom", "I'm Home" " I just got a Chase account". "Son, I thought we discussed this" " I advised you to go to a credit union" " You asked for an opinion and you just went and did your own thing". " Again" " How could you?" "Gee mom, sorry" " I thought it was ok that I thought for myself" "I am 24 now"
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