After watching my younger siblings for several hours whilst my parents ran errands about town, I had the following text-based conversation with my father:
Me-"Coming home?"
Father-"My question first."
Me-"What question?"
I never got an answer to either of mine.
...
Later on, in the living room, my 15 year old brother is seated in a rocking chair in the corner. I proceed to walk up o the window next to him, and swipe zombie-style at the curtains.
Me-*Swipes at curtains, creating a neat whoosh*
Brother(15)- "Yeah. I hate curtains too. Not sure why, but I have for as long as I can remember."
Me-"Bwahahaha" *Walks away*
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