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my parents were fighting and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached my boiling point. I grabbed the Alexa speaker and slammed it on the table between them. They both looked up at me in confusion. I told them this is me now and I shut my eyes as I clicked play (the force guided me towards pressing it). Then the beat drops, your voice is echoing through our kitchen, and my house feels like a home again while White Boy Summer blasts throughout my suburban paradise. My parents may not stay together, and if they get divorced it will be my fault. But tonight we had a little slice of White Boy Summer together. And maybe that’s enough.
