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Yes, Father.
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Rantish? "Kailey, you'd have friends if you showered more."
"Yes, father. Excuse me as I go shower now." NO, FATHER! I don't have friends because I'm a lesbian. I don't have friends because they do not want me as a friend. I don't have friends because you tore me away from the ones I had two years ago.
"Kailey?"
"Yes, Father?" Quit calling me that. What the hell do you want?
"Do the dishes."
"No. I will not." I will not do them because I suck at cleaning dishes and cannot stand the temperature of water it takes to get rid of grease.
"I said, do the dishes."
"No."
"DO THE DAMN DISHES FOR ONCE! YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE!"
"No." Coming from the man who literally comes home after work and sits on his lazy ass and does absolutely nothing productive until he goes to bed at night.
*SMACK*
My face hurts. That hurt. You're an asshole. Fuck you!
