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"Nobody understands me! I hate you! I'm going to become a goth and write moody poetry and get body piercings and stuff!"
Your poop mom says "That's nice" as she forcefully kicks you out of the house. As you unhappily walk down to the sidewalk, your mom throws a brick at your head. Once you regain consiousness, you realize that the brick has a not tied to it, Which reads:
Dear Son Or Daughter You may come back to live with a roof over your head once you renounce your goth foolishness. Sincerly Mom A roof over your head, eh? You had not quite taken into account that becoming a goth would make you homeless. Maybe you should renounce this goth foolishness. Or maybe not.