I...I just don't understand. It's like, I get my grades up, I keep my room semi-clean, I follow the rules (well most of them) and she still finds ways to make me feel like she hates me. This morning my car ran out of gas. You see, my gas gauge is broken (figures) and I never know how much gas I actually have, I have to rely on my mileage. Well,
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