[Good, you have passed the test, you can stay. c8]
When we were kids, we had this neighbor who lived down the street from us. She had to be about a million years old, didn't really have the best memory, and when she'd catch me dragging him back with a black eye or a bloody nose or whatever, she'd yell at me for getting "my baby brother" in trouble again. She must've thought he was maybe seven or eight when we were around eleven?
One time, I was pretty mad at him - for something stupid, I don't even remember what - and I tried telling her Steve was the one who started the fight, and she slapped me and started hollering about how she was telling my dad I was lying and accusing "poor little Steve" to cover my own ass.
Lemme tell you, Steve picked almost every single damn one of those fights all by himself. I was always trying to talk him out of it.
[And he absolutely sounds fond instead of pissed off or regretful.]
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When we were kids, we had this neighbor who lived down the street from us. She had to be about a million years old, didn't really have the best memory, and when she'd catch me dragging him back with a black eye or a bloody nose or whatever, she'd yell at me for getting "my baby brother" in trouble again. She must've thought he was maybe seven or eight when we were around eleven?
One time, I was pretty mad at him - for something stupid, I don't even remember what - and I tried telling her Steve was the one who started the fight, and she slapped me and started hollering about how she was telling my dad I was lying and accusing "poor little Steve" to cover my own ass.
Lemme tell you, Steve picked almost every single damn one of those fights all by himself. I was always trying to talk him out of it.
[And he absolutely sounds fond instead of pissed off or regretful.]