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The other day I was tasked by my mother to grill some barbecue. I followed suit and grabbed my iPod while doing so. I was in the process of charring up some coal while banging along to Sean Kingston's loud warbling-with-style when I noticed my next-door cousin walked right out of their house. I always thought that it was rather rude to just ignore someone you know who's right in front of you, more so, if they're family. So I asked him where he's up to and he replied back curtly. I didn't get what he said. Sean sounded better than him. I thought he could never be a sing-ger.
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