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We go out for breakfast, then shopping, and somehow I’m the bad guy because things don’t go perfectly to schedule. I drove the speed limit. I followed the law. But apparently missing some random person we were supposed to meet is all my fault. No it’s your fault for making us run errands we didn’t need instead of just going straight to where we had to be. I’m tired of being blamed for everything.
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