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March 21 | Scapegoat
When I was twelve, I was very interested in starting to shave my legs. I took mom's razor from her bathroom and tried shaving during a bath.
Not wanting to ask mom to get me a razor, and certainly not wanting to buy one myself, I kept mom's in our bathroom.
Thinking I was sly and clever, I went to mom and thanked her for getting me a razor. I told her that I had been thinking about starting shaving my legs, but I hadn't yet asked.
When she told me that she hadn't put a razor in my bathroom and hers was missing, I said something to the effect of, "Melissa must have put it in there. I wonder what she would want with your razor?" I completely blamed it on Melissa.
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