Often, I end up having a lot of work to do, late at night. And often, my brother doesn't, and starts asking me when the dinner's ready. This gets me on my nerves really fast. I try being still, but he wont stop. So we just end up shouting at each other until I do the dinner. The thing is, now I'll make him do it for me.
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| My brother: Aude! When are we eating? I'm hungry! *My thoughts*: Don't panic. Keep calm. Don't throw him out of the window... |
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| Me: Go make dinner yourself! |
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| Me: Everything's OK? Paul: ehh...yes! Yes, of course, come on who do you think I am?! Me: You. |
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