Tiffany hates her sister.
"Why did you buy that book? The spelling is off."
"Because," I shrug.
"Why are you wearing pink?"
"Why not?"
"I hate the shirt."
"Kay."
Tiffany holds her trumpet high and blasts a high C right into my face.
My answers are justified.
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