Story Time ((rant))
"Hey mom, I'm feeling sick."
"Like sick on your stomach?"
*sister touches me with her freezing cold hand so I'll move over*
"I feel really cold, and her freezing hand isn't helping-"
*dad speaks up*
"It's just from where you were outside"
*sister touches me again just because she knows it's cold*
"Quit it," I snap back, and it's all my fault for being rude.
So yeah. Don't be surprised when I take action, parents. I think more than I say. And wow, you're going to wish you could read minds.
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