When we are in my car, and I am listening to Painkiller by Judas Priest, if you take out your phone and proceed to make a call I will be displeased. And if I move my hand toward the volume knob it's not to turn it down so you can talk on the phone it's to turn it so that I can hear one of the best albums ever made over you yelling, pointlessly into the phone. So don't tell me it's okay when my hand moves toward the volume knob because that action is motivated purely by how much I hate you.
P.S. I am torn over weather I should stay at work an extra hour on Wednesday on your behalf. On the one hand I could use the extra $14. On the other, I have been invited out for drinks and board games and video games with friends.
P.P.S. I can not wait until next quarter, when I will no longer feel any obligation to give you a ride.
P.P.P.S. I hate you.
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