On Sunday, Mr. A’s younger sister and her friends came over to our apartment. It was a horrendous experience. They came in and raided the place. They were thirsty, so Mr. A started offering them everything in the fridge. And none of them were his. They wanted to make a cake or something with lemon icing, so Mr. A offered them my lemons. All of this without asking any of us.

I’m starting to think that everyone from where Mr. A is from is the same…

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