You keep disappointing me with your bad taste in everything. Anything I love, like or hold dear, you mock and despise. There's no point in discussing anything with you anymore, because I know aforehand that whatever I say, you will disagree. You constantly misunderstand everything I say and somehow you manage to make everything my fault, even stuff I have nothing to do with. I curse my fate being stuck here with you. I can't wait until you retire, you stupid old fart.
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