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I sit down on my bed, put on my headset and start blasting my One Direction playlist on my phone with my little brother in the cornner of my room because "I have better wi-fi connection" or something. As Harry starts to sing 'Hey Angel' I hear my name being called and igrored it. I heard it again and secretly paused my music and heard my brother doing to annoy me. I pull out my headset and say " I knee it!!" And laugh at his stupid ways.
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