Cassandra's bird flew away on Wednesday. It was no secret that I hated this bird, and despite being nowhere near the scene at the time of the escape, my mother wasted no time at all trying to place the guilt on me.
Mother: Did you look in the tree to see if you could see her?
Me: Yeah. I didn't see her.
Mother: Did you want to see her? *nasty tone
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