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Now today's first story comes from the

Am I the Arsoul subreddit from Missing Brace, who says, am I the asshole for being angry

at my mom for hiding my brace to prove a point. I am sometimes running late, leaving at six

instead of 5.45, which gives me time for coffee.

I used to have a work start time of 8 a.m., but recently due to staffing issues, I work at 6.30

a.m. I've also been sleeping poorly because my injured wrist keeps me up. It's a very bad sprain

that hasn't healed yet. I go for imaging this coming Monday to see if I tour anything.

So the last couple of days I've been out the door late by my standards, and then twice a week

I've needed to run back to the apartment for something, like a snack or my coffee.

But I've never been late to work, because I buffer for traffic.

This morning I tried finding my brace, but it wasn't where I left it.

I halfway looked for it while I got ready, and spent half an hour solely searching for

it, only to finally have to give up because I needed to leave as it was 6am.

I asked my dad while I was looking and he said,

how should I know where you put your brace? And I said, I know, but it's not where I put it.

He rolled his eyes at me and joked about it growing legs. Later I got to work, I text my mom and

she said, if you had gotten up earlier, you would have had time to find your

brace. I explained again, it hadn't been where I put it. Kitchen table. We don't use it as a dining

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