i walk into my uncle's house and see my uncle, passed out drunk, on the sofa. you and i are forced to live with him since our parents passed away. i roll my eyes and head to my bedroom. as i walk by your room, i hear music. i decide to check on you. i knock on your door and then i crack open the door, peaking my head in. i see you on your bed, writing in your journal. i clear my throat quietly hey, I'm back from work.
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