The stupid bastard is starting another fight with my mom. I always get tense when they talk. At any moment they can start fighting. So I went outside and stared at him.
“On parle pas mal de toi, Kevyn,” he said smiling. I sat down and watched the télé. “Kevyn, je parle pas mal de toi,” he repeated.
“Bah quoi? Tu parles de quoi? Je peux pas m’asseoir ici et regarder la télé tranquillement?” I said. “Bah oué! J’ai oublié! C’est ta télé, non? C’est exactement ce que t’as dit! Bah je m’en vais. Egoiste.”
I hate his guts. Please, I beg you to smoke 10 packs of cigarette. Better yet, kill yourself.
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