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That's not Mom. (Why are they staring at me?)
Are you sure?
It's not Mom. (Hey, guys, I didn't do it, whatever it is,
No, too tall, I guess. I didn't do it, okay?)
Mom? (Why are they standing so close?)
It's not Mom.
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