Last night, the family went over the play a late night game of rummy with grandma at the bungalow. Sir Tobes seemed keen on joining in on the game, so we opened up an extra spot for him. However...
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| Pst. Grandma. Put down the ace of hearts! |
...he kept on trying to cheat! Look at him here, trying to catch a furtive glance at grandma's hand!
Insulted at being called a fraudster, he sauntered off in a huff, making it perfectly clear that he found his comfy armchair much more fascinating than our game.
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| I don't need you people! |
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| I shall pretend that you don't exist. |
Aww, Tobes, don't be a wet blanket! After all, you reap what you sow!
