The Problem

Elizabeth thinks about this for a moment, then replies, "Yes, you are. But you'll have to ask my mom first."

"Ok," you say, suddenly curious. "Who's your mom? Where can I find her?"

Without a word, Elizabeth points to the tall woman across the room. You feel suddenly nervous, but the little girl is still staring at you with her sharp grey eyes, so you brave it out and walk over to the woman. You stop in front of her and say...
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