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My mom and I continued, locating a private room we could speak in. She locked the door, indicating we did not wish to be disturbed, and then we sat down at this little round table where I knew people often sat to play games. She grew nervous again as we faced each other, and neither of us knew how to break the silence. Yet I waited for her to initiate the conversation since she had requested this talk.
“So um, your dad told me you have felt very strongly for Anastasia for years,” she said.
“Yes, both Bruce and I noticed something about her back when we returned from training.”
“But you were so young,” she commented.
“I know,” I replied, and my mother nodded a little in understanding when she saw how serious I was.
“But you two have been chasing other women.”
“You make it sou
