I'm done.

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Mom: *barges in my room* Can you do the laundry today?

(The laundry has like 8 loads, because my mom hasn't done it.)

Mom: Also, that's a demand.

Me: *was woken up by this* *whines*

Mom: *leaves*

Me: *goes back to sleep*

Now, I have to do the laundry.

Not only that, but while I was asleep my dad stole my charger. My phone was on charge when he stole it.

And he didn't even ask.

So my phone is practically dead now thanks to him.

Before, my dad would ask for my charger.

Before, my mom would tell me to do the laundry for money.

Now, they're just being assholes.

I have to leave soon to do my daily chore //and// eight loads of laundry.

Thanks mother.

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