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I went with my mother to the family home. I had neither a plan nor a strategy, but I knew that only with solid and specific arguments would I be able to convince my father that I was right. My mother advised me to shower and change clothes because my appearance was different from my previous one after meeting the boys. So I took a quick shower, sprayed on my favorite cologne that Harper loves, and put on a fresh pair of jeans, a long-sleeved white cotton T-shirt, and white sneakers. I combed my hair with my hand and walked towards the elevator with my mother on my arm.
"You look fresh and fruity." Mom joked, looking at our reflection in the elevator mirror.
I glanced at her, raising an eyebrow as I had never heard such a slang term from her before. I don't even know if I ever h
