Just walked downstairs, and my brother borrowed my favorite coffee mug again, left it on the sink half dry, then went out without washing it, because why even bother now. I swear it's not just the coffee stains, it's the whole principle. Every single time it's like he assumes the universe revolves around him and his messes and I'm the personal dishwasher. Can't that guy even load the dishwasher?
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