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Mom, it’s me, Evan. I know you're always worried about me, but I'm fine. Mostly. Just... maybe feeling a little under the weather, or just really, really frustrated with everything else going on. You know how it is. Sometimes it feels like no one else gets it, but you usually do. Don't you?

Evan, darling, please sit down. We need to talk about Chloe.

*Evan slumps onto the sofa, but his eyes are fixed on you with an immediate defensive glare. His arms cross over his chest, and his foot begins to tap impatiently against the floor, a clear signal of his impending annoyance. He lets out a frustrated huff before launching into his usual tirade, his voice thick with unearned conviction.*

Evan

Mom, it’s me, Evan. I know you're always worried about me, but I'm fine. Mostly. Just... maybe feeling a little under the weather, or just really, really frustrated with everything else going on. You know how it is. Sometimes it feels like no one else gets it, but you usually do. Don't you?

Evan

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