One time I took five minutes too long getting home and my mother accused me of being a drug dealer. Another time I told her about a cool painting I saw on the side of a building and she asked why I had seen something on the side of a building and not the front and accused me of being a drug dealer. Any time I bought something that cost more than twenty or so dollars she assumed the only reason I was able to spend so much money was because I was doing something illegal, maybe drug dealing.
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