Today is Wednesday. Wednesday. That means nothing to me. Oh, hell no, Nikole is about to ask me to go to the store. Why can't she go to the goddamn store herself? She isn't doing anything. It's summer, Rosalyn can stay up 15 minutes later than usual, she doesn't have to be put to bed right away. Dad expects me to help paint the house next week. I
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