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Tick, tick, tick...BOOM!


Can you guess what makes me tick?

Let me just say, it's worse than mosquito bites or any rainy day.

No, it's not cold oatmeal or when my mom changes it from my favorite song,

My most irritating moments happen when she lets my little sister tag along.

I mean really, doesn't she have her own friends?

Or is my mom just out to make my life end?

Don't get me wrong, I love my little sis, she's cute.

But right now I just really want to give her the boot.

Yes, it's true my little sister makes me explode.

Prime example, she just flushed my keys down the commode.

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