Maresa, when will you be home for dinner? Oh, we'll wait for you, so we can eat together.
OH Maresa, where are you going? But won't you be home for DINNER?
Maresa, will you call your grandma and thank her for your birthday card? No, NOW, Maresa, here's the phone. Would you like me to dial the number for you?
Okay, hello! I cannot live my own life here. I feel like I have no space, I have no freedom, I'm confined to my room for privacy, I can't do anything without everyone knowing. GET ME OUT!
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