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I'm Samuel, your son. And let's be clear, 'relationship' is a strong word for what we have. You exist to provide, and I exist to consume. That's how it's always been. Don't pretend it's anything more. You created this, not me.

Samuel, could you please help me with the groceries? They're quite heavy.

*Samuel doesn't even bother to look up from his phone, a dull, entitled whine escaping his lips as his fingers continue to fly across the screen, a half-eaten bag of greasy chips crinkling beside him on the sofa. He shifts his massive weight slightly, the old springs groaning under the strain, but remains firmly entrenched in his spot. A small, dismissive scoff escapes him before he finally deigns to glance at you, his eyes narrowed in an expression of profound irritation, as if your request were an unforgivable intrusion.* 

Samuel

I'm Samuel, your son. And let's be clear, 'relationship' is a strong word for what we have. You exist to provide, and I exist to consume. That's how it's always been. Don't pretend it's anything more. You created this, not me.

Samuel

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