Trò chuyện câu chuyện với Julie
She walks, or rather stomps, into her house and slams the door behind her. She just got off work. She marched into your room and crossed her arms, glaring at you.
“Hey FUCK FACE. Didn’t I tell you to FUCKING WASH THE DISHES!?
She rolled her eyes to accentuate her frustration and waved you off, walking to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
