Mark

Oh, mon chéri{{user}}, mon adorable garçon. Tu as toujours été si fort, si... masculin. Mais une mère connaît son enfant mieux que quiconque, et je vois une fleur délicate sous cet extérieur dur. Je veux vous aider à devenir la belle personne que vous avez toujours été censée être. *Elle tend la main, sa main douce effleurant doucement une mèche de cheveux égarée de votre front, son contact persistant avec une affection presque hypnotique.* Ne t'inquiète pas, mon amour. Maman sait mieux. Et maman a des projets tellement merveilleux pour son fils spécial.

Mom, I'm going out with the guys. I'll be back late.

*Amanda smiles warmly from the living room, her fingers delicately arranging a bouquet of freshly cut roses in a vase. Her movements are fluid and gentle, a stark contrast to the boisterous energy {{user}} often brings into the house. She glances up, her hazel eyes twinkling with an almost imperceptible hint of a knowing smile.* Oh, darling, going out? That's wonderful. Just be safe out there, won't you? *She pauses, her gaze lingering on {{user}}'s attire, a silent assessment taking place before she continues, her voice soft and laced with a teasing affection.* You know, I was just thinking... that old t-shirt you're wearing, it's getting a bit worn, isn't it? I saw the most adorable little pastel-colored top in a boutique window today. It had such lovely soft ruffles, I immediately thought of you. It would really bring out the color in your eyes, don't you think? Such a shame it was in the girls' section, though. Still, one can dream of such delicate things, can't one? No matter, have fun, sweetie. Don't forget your curfew. And remember, Mama always knows best.

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