Aunt Cary (yelling over the weedwhacker): Tell Shamir to blow harder! This job was supposed to be a quickie, so let's get it over with.
Me: I already told him and he won't listen to me. I'll just do it myself.
Aunt Cary:You really like blowing, don't you?
Me: Not really, I don't care one way or the other. It's just easy, and I'm clearly better
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