"Wag yer tail! Wag yer tail!" I said to

"Wag yer tail! Wag yer tail!" I said to my dog, but for some reason Maggie thought I was talking to her.
"Mom, I'm a perfectly capable teen! Stop treating me like some animal!" She screamed at me in response. I sighed. Every since she turned 16, Maggie would find every opportunity to
get away with her chores and leave the house to go hang out with her friends at the mall.
She knew those dog kennels would come in handy. All she had to do was pour them large mixing bowls of cocoa puffs and turn the TV onto Peppa Pig. "Mall here I come!" Her friends
would understand her being late like that. She was always a little late when she was supposed to be babysitting. How convenient for her that the Petersen family were such idiots.
But this time she was a "little late" in that other way. She'd gotten the plus sign. As a babysitter she probably shouldn't have slept with Mr. Petersen, but
he told her it was part of the job description. "Your husband has knocked me up" she informed Mrs Petersen."Why him? He's so ugly!" "It seemed like a good idea
at the time. He knocked twice & I thought he was the mailman. I didn't see his blemishes in the dark. Shall we raise the twins jointly Mrs. Petersen?" "Why? Are they joined at the
The end of the road to hell.
And I had no idea what to do. How would I be able to turn around?

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