So...somehow I'm always to blame. Even when I don't know what's going on? Right. At least that's what I'm hearing. My dad called me out today because he had two problems. The first one was my fault, whatever, I told him so and I was going to fix it. The second one, I had no idea what was up. But, apparently, I'm either a) Lying (even though I had
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