I. My possessions. Since I was a kid I didn't like to share my things. My mother called it "selfishness", but growing up I have found a way to rationalise it: I hate it when people wreck the things that I strive to keep clean, tidy, and pretty (because I am also a neat freak, zomg?!), or the things that I deem important or irreplaceable. It does
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