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"Um, mom," said Bebe, "I'm having like some memory loss. Can you tell me everything about my life, you know, starting from the beginning."

"Um, sure, dear. You want me to back to the very beginning?"

"As far back as possible."

"Well, you were the most beautiful baby ever. It took you some time to learn to walk, talk, and be potty-trained, but even Albert Einstein, he was a professor and one of the smartest men who ever lived..."

"Why is she explaining to me who Einstein is like I'm an idiot?" thought Bebe.

"....so you had repeat first grade. You struggled a lot in school, but you were happy and people always liked you. You were 18 in your junior year in high school and failing three classes, so we thought it was best for you to drop out and get your GED. You passed after three tries."

"Three tries?" thought Bebe.

"You got a job as a waitress, but you weren't really good at it. Then you met that scumbag who convinced you to move to L.A. with him so he could make you a star, and before we knew it, you moved away without telling us."

"I'm sorry."

"You've apologized enough for that, dear. Anyway he tried to get you to do porn, but all you would do is some nude modeling before he dumped you, but you got a job at a the strip club, and you were very good at it and could make enough to live on your own. You moved here, and Ms Bosa has been keeping an eye on you ever since."

"Yeah, but I could not keep those a-holes from taking advantage of her and stealing all of her money which is why she can't move up to a nicer place."

"Now, don't blame yourself," Bebe's mom told Ms. Bosa.

"OH my god! I'm a stripper who's one IQ point away from being in a group home for mentally handicapped adults!" thought Bebe.

"Don't you work tonight, dear?" asked Ms Bosa.