First you were the reason I couldn't go on long car trips with my grandmother.
Then you're the reason I can't go to my uncle's house for too long without my eyes burning.
And now you're the reason I can't be behind a certain register at work.
My grandmother pops up once again, because now I can't wear white to her house without leaving wearing yellow, the same with my uncles.
Then you're the cause of my asthma, thanks for that by the way.
And finally, this is why I hate you most of all. You. You are the reason I lost my aunt.


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