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He patted his mother on the back, a move they both recognized was his code for requesting privacy. вЂњOkay, well, text me if you think of something,вЂќ Georgia said. вЂњDrive safe.вЂќ Riley rubbed his motherвЂ™s back in a subtle gesture that was lost on neither of them. Still, his plans remained waiting for her departure. While he always imagined it being a different situation, the realization that she was trying to baby her boy for as long as she still could was almost heartbreaking. вЂњIs there anything you need while IвЂ™m out?вЂќ Riley smiled at how catering his mother had been recently after he had been accepted into his first choice school. вЂњIвЂ™ll only be gone for a couple hours while I run a few errands,вЂќ Georgia said. вЂњAlright, then,вЂќ Riley said in a pushing tone. вЂњI swear, if I was any closer, it would have bit me.вЂќ Riley chuckled at his motherвЂ™s regular misuse of common phrases. вЂњAh, found them.вЂќ The woman pulled out a keychain, where several keys of varying functions dangled next to a shamrock charm. вЂњOkay, honey,вЂќ Georgia said without looking up from her bag. Riley scratched the back of his head to get a good look at his bedroom door at the top of the stairs, making sure it was fully closed. His breathing became hurried the longer his mother took to leave. A clean Hollister shirt clung to his body, healthy with toned muscle. He brushed aside his golden bangs, tossing his hair as his eyes shifted between his mother and the top of the stairs. The tall, slender boy anxiously looked up the stairs to his room. RileyвЂ™s eyes darted, his voice rushed with urgency. People tended to notice her son shared a similar anti-aging gene. Only recently turned thirty nine, GeorgiaвЂ™s well maintained features and healthy body made her appear much younger still for someone with a son preparing for college. The woman retrieved a stylish blazer from a coat rack and threw it over her shoulders. вЂњYou have cash on you in case you have to take the toll anywhere?вЂќ Georgia asked. вЂњYes, mom,вЂќ Riley said, groaning at how cautious his mother could still be after eighteen years. Her son, Riley, stood before her, arms crossed as he backed away toward the stairs. She frantically searched for her keys through her bag. The preparations for her scheduled routine had her running behind. The womanвЂ™s fingers scanned the bag for her daily necessities. вЂњIs your phone charged?вЂќ Georgia asked, hastily searching through her purse.

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