I won't stop sulking until

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Me and my sister: *driving around the neighborhood*

*We see a dead racoon in the middle of the road*

Me: Noooo! We have to go burry 'em!

Chey: No.

Me: Please! At least let me move them out of the middle of the road!

Chey: No! I was probably playing dead anyways!

Me: *sinks down into seat and starts sulking*

Chey: *goes on about a new boy she's after* *looks at me then sighs* If we go home and we ask mom if you can move it, will you stop sulking?

Me: Yeah.

Chey: Okay then.








This literally happened like an hour ago.
My mom said no.
I cried a little

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