NARRATOR: The following is a true account of the life of Jenna Austra, as close to word for word as her memory will allow.

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NARRATOR: Jenna is sitting at the computer when the phone rings.

JENNA: Hello?

MOM: Hi, it's your wife.

JENNA: ...Mom?

MOM: Oh. I mean Mom. Do you smell chicken?

JENNA: What???

MOM: You don't smell chicken?!?!?

JENNA: What are you talking about (psycho)?

MOM: There's chicken in the crock pot... it's still on, right? Check it.

JENNA: Yeah, it's on, and --- ah, gross. What's all that slimy stuff?

MOM: Dinner. Or do you want me to get you something.

JENNA: I'm not eating this.

MOM: Ok, do you want me to get you something?

JENNA: Um... ok. Can I have Taco Bell?

MOM: Jenna! You are spoiled. I'm not picking anything up for you.

JENNA: But...

MOM: I'll be home soon.

NARRATOR: 10 minutes later the phone rings

JENNA: Hello?

MOM: I'm going to pick you up Taco Bell, ok?

JENNA: ...ok.