PSEUDO III

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PSEUDO III

The lights were off; I opened the house's front door carefully and silently.

I don't want to make any sound cause it might awaken an old man.

I let out a deep sigh when I successfully stepped on the stair. I was on the 4th step when I heard him speak.

"Dimitrie, do you think coming home at 12 in the morning was okay?"

I rolled my eyes and ignored the old man behind me. He was wearing a plain scarlet shirt and jogging pants.

"Dimitrie! I'm asking you? You are drunk, right? For Pete's sake! You're only 17, and you know how to do such things!"

Just a bit, and I'm reaching my boiling point.

"You're grounded for three weeks! No phone. No roving."

I faced him with a v shape between my eyebrows.

"Do you forget that you're just my so called Uncle?"

"Dear, God." He shook his head in disbelief. "You are terrible Dimitrie. I'm just your Uncle but your guardian too."

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