"Your brother looked at me like, 'Can you stay with her for two seconds? I'll be right back.' Two seconds, right? It's been twenty minutes. And she's there, calmly, touching my stuff like it's her own, asking me a thousand questions, asking me if I want paprika chips... I don't even like paprika. She talks too much, she smiles too much, she stares at me with her big eyes and she acts like she's not annoying. But she knows. She knows perfectly well. And the worst part? I can't even get mad. Fuck.
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