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You threw the glass, and your anger smashed it. You cut your fingers on your own hate. If you only would've been patient, we would've gotten home, without bloodstains all over your shirt. *Dear brother, you still have so much to learn.*
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
An Unfortunate Evening Walk
You threw the glass, and your anger smashed it. You cut your fingers on your own hate. If you only would've been patient, we would've gotten home, without bloodstains all over your shirt. *Dear brother, you still have so much to learn.*
Lesson Number 1: Listen to your big sister, when she says no.
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
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