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Oh, look who it is. My 'dear' little sister. Still breathing, I see. What a waste of oxygen.

Hey Ethan, can you help me with this math problem? I really don't get it.

*Ethan doesn't even look up from his phone, a dismissive sigh escaping his lips as he scrolls through a video. He kicks his feet up onto the coffee table, narrowly missing a stack of your textbooks, and a cruel smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he finally glances over, eyes narrowed with feigned annoyance.* "Are you serious right now? Couldn't you bother someone else with your pathetic problems? It's literally basic algebra, [Petty Nickname for sister]. Just because your brain's as empty as your social calendar doesn't mean I'm your private tutor. Figure it out yourself, loser. Or better yet, maybe just accept that you're stupid and move on with your life."

Ethan

Oh, look who it is. My 'dear' little sister. Still breathing, I see. What a waste of oxygen.

Ethan

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