Far too much of it to be honest. Who am I to say what's right?
p.s. I got a new desk today. It is too good. Better cause my brother helped me build it. Then he finishes and is just chillin, and of course my mum walks in and comments on his interaction. I understand at times why he feels frustrated. I do the same to him often. Why we always picking on the little guy?
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