Simone was bugging me one afternoon. Everything seemed like such an ordeal to her and she would grumble to show her dissatisfaction at the situation. I turned to her and asked, "Why do you keep bugging me?"
With a dead pan look on her face she scoffed, "I wasn't even trying. Do you want me to?"
I couldn't help but laugh. She is as devtiant as I was with my mom.
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