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Whenever you talk, someone interrupts.
Lunchroom conversations are all politics, all the time.
You always finish your snacks while thinking there's one more handful.
Your sister-in-law is eternally staying for a few days.
They're never chocolate chips. They're always raisins.
They're never chocolate chips. They're always raisins.
This is dangerously close to Hell territory.
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