"A touch of salt will make this great"
I argued.
"Stop, it'll ruin it!"
I disagreed but let it slide... for now.
"Quick! The toast is burning too!"
I rushed to the toast. It wasn't burning.
"You lied to me."
"No... I just..."
He sighs again. Frustrated?
"That's enough helping for now, thanks."
I'm dismissed. I walk. No, I trudge. My feet are heavy and I stomp upstairs.
"YES! Oh my God, that is absolutely. Un. Believe. ABLE!"
I shut my door, and my ears. Or at least I try to.
I hear excited shouts and commotion in the next door.
I grip my sheets until my knuckles turn white. I want to stomp out and yell at
everyone, but I'm too tired and I don't feel like getting up.
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