I wanted to murder my brother, Naeem, yesterday. He did something that revived a childhood sore spot of mine. Here's the scenario:
I got out of the shower, and proceeded to dress myself. My phone rings and I instantly recognize the ringer I set for Naeem. I answer the phone and Naeem is like, "Kanika, hold on, just hold on." Baffled, I'm like
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