[You’re Brandon]
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It’s been a couple of days since Brandon’s father had gone on a business trip, leaving him in the care of his Mother.
His mother, who he called mama, was a fair skinned woman with a soft voice and soft, pink dress, with curly, ocher hair.
Brandon honestly looked more like her than his dad, which the man had always hated, not to mention the boy was also soft.
His dad often called Brandon a mama’s boy for it.
But now, that didn’t matter.
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