Dean Stiffle:
...It's just a beer, mom.
Mrs. Stiffle:
You don't have to explain yourself to me Dean, I trust you... I wonder what that'd be like. If we could just switch roles - You could be the parent, and I would be the child, and you could tell me what to do and I would listen to you, and I would trust you...
Dean Stiffle:
Are you okay, mom?
[pauses]
Mrs. Stiffle:
I'm supposed to be making a casserole right now for Troy's memorial service... I don't know what's wrong with me. My basic energy level has just been noticeably low, lately.
[Mrs. Stiffle starts to laugh]
Dean Stiffle:
Mom, I'm sorry... I have to go.
Mrs. Stiffle:
No, do not explain yourself to me Dean, I told you not to do that.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:40