So, I don't like you. I don't like to spend time with you. And if we weren't related by blood, I would probably call you the names I call you behind your back to your face (not in fear of your reaction necessarily, more on the reprecussions my parents will face. I love them to much to be outed for your shit).
If you're wondering who I'm talking about (and you happen to be related to me), think about if I make attemps to talk to you, do I respond to phone calls, emails, even acknowledging you when I see you. If the answer to any OR even all is "No", it applies to you. It was interesting knowing you, now leave me the fuck alone.
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