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“Mom, what about your job?”
She laughs. “A job, women aren’t supposed to have jobs. They are supposed to find a handsome rich man to marry and provide for them.”
You can’t believe what you are hearing.
“You know, first Samantha rebels, and now you. I say, I wish you two would go out and get married. You are in your 20s. You should be married by now.”
“Oh no” you say knowing what happened. You are soon teleported to some rich guys mansion. You find yourself in a super rich outfit and hairdo holding a champaign glass. Just then you hear a car pulling in.