I’ve always hated the way you would complain about the beach. For once we decide to go out somewhere and it’s a nice day but all you do is complain. You complain about the sun being too hot, burning your oh-so perfect skin. Then you start whining about the sand getting stuck in between your toes so I tell you to put shoes on and then you say no because you don’t want to wear shoes on the beach and then you complain about having to carry your shoes while we walk so I ask if you want to sit down and you say no because then you will get sand all over your clothes. I suggest going into the water but you say no because you can’t swim. I ask why you can’t swim and you say because you could never be bothered learning. Then eventually you complain so much I say ‘let’s go home’ and you start yelling at me for wanting to go home and about how we never even go anywhere anymore and then you say I complain too much and we go home and I sleep on the couch and you stop talking to me for a few days until finally you say something to me and you ask if I want to go to the beach. I say yes, even though I hate the way you complain. I really hate it.8964 copyright protection374ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9myV90jhP 維尼

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