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hyurimy brother's here, with his wife, and their daughter. I can't stand any of them, and the daughter is the worst of their kids. and we didn't have much time by the time we got to Scandia—we stopped at Barnes & Noble to dig up a mudda's day gift for my mom—so we only got one run at DDR. they close at 10, so we can't even go back after we eat.
I hate this person. he used to steal money from us back in Phoenix—I found out years later that my parents used to leave money for my younger brother and I, and we didn't even know about it 'cause he took it. my parents gave him a place to stay, didn't take rent from him, and he was stealing from us. and then he turns around and says my parents never gave him a chance. and my grandmother adores him.
on the other hand, she thinks I love her—I'm the nice, helpful grandchild. I can't stand the bitch.
eh, whatever.
I hate this person. he used to steal money from us back in Phoenix—I found out years later that my parents used to leave money for my younger brother and I, and we didn't even know about it 'cause he took it. my parents gave him a place to stay, didn't take rent from him, and he was stealing from us. and then he turns around and says my parents never gave him a chance. and my grandmother adores him.
on the other hand, she thinks I love her—I'm the nice, helpful grandchild. I can't stand the bitch.
eh, whatever.
