As dumb luck would have it, he came back without eating lunch, even though he said that he was. My little bro, who had partaken in this scavenging, was quick to point everything at me. I get shouted at, again, so I rushed down to buy him some food with my own money (hey, it is my fault after all). I come up (did I mention I live in an apartment?), panting, just to give him a takeaway as fast as possible. He grumbles and grumbles (at me), and storms outside. My little brother... acts as if nothing as happened.
So that's my day, how was yours?
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