"Eh, get out la."
"No, wait, lend me another book first. Which one can I read?"
"Uh... I don't know... Look on the top shelf and see."
"What's this about?"
[starts giving summaries of various books]...
--and so it's about half an hour before they clear out.
My two brothers, I have realised, spend an indecently large amount of time in my room. The two lumbering oafs (why isn't that 'oaves'?) just love sitting around in there gossiping like worried hens, for some reason. They come over every darned day and settle themselves on my floor* for a nice long chat. What is wrong with these guys?? One's twelve and the other's eighteen, for crying out loud!
They come in to steal some conditioned air, to borrow books, to borrow stationery, to borrow gadgets, to return everything**, to waste time...what is it with my room?! Gahh, get off, get out, rwaarrr!!
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*where I have laid out a nice cushion for myself.
**actually, only the older one comes in to return what he borrowed - the younger one has to be hunted down for nearly a day before I get my stuff back.
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