#I love when she recommends me Jamaican authors since I know so little about them

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Me about to leave the house

My mom: Where are you going

*planning on going by myself to the cramped, tiny ass bookstore we have in town that if I were claustrophobic would terrify me that’s at the end of this alley between two halves of a run down strip mall that gets very dark at the end but is run by this extremely kind, older, Jamaican woman who has read 10x as many books as I have/ has similar literary tastes to me and thus always has great recommendations and 9/10 has one of her book club members in there who are all also older people with the wildest stories to tell and likewise great book recommendations and conversation*

Me: Oh just to hang out with friends, why?

My mom: Just wondering where you’re going