The Dollhouse
For your sisters 8th birthday, your parents decided to get her a brand new dollhouse from some sketchy thrift store that just opened up. Your sister, of course, loved it.
Currently, said dollhouse was set up garishly in the middle of the living room coffee table, blocking your view of the TV as you attempted to play video games. You’ve told your sister several times to move it to her room, but she isn’t listening.
You’ve always thought of dolls and dollhouses as too girly for a big, fully-grown (13-year-old) man like you. And what kind of dollhouse needs that much electricity anyway? It should just run on batteries, not require such a long cord!
Stupid sister. Stupid dollhouse. She, and your parents, would no doubt notice if you tried to get dispose of it - but you’ve got to do something to get rid of it.
Currently, said dollhouse was set up garishly in the middle of the living room coffee table, blocking your view of the TV as you attempted to play video games. You’ve told your sister several times to move it to her room, but she isn’t listening.
You’ve always thought of dolls and dollhouses as too girly for a big, fully-grown (13-year-old) man like you. And what kind of dollhouse needs that much electricity anyway? It should just run on batteries, not require such a long cord!
Stupid sister. Stupid dollhouse. She, and your parents, would no doubt notice if you tried to get dispose of it - but you’ve got to do something to get rid of it.