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“So are you going to tell me or keep being a d**k ?” I snap at my uncle , his cocky smirk spreading wider . He leans forward , gliding his fingertips over the rim of the glass of whiskey . His brown hair , which now has a few gray strands , is styled back , not one strand of hair out of place . This man infuriates me more than I’d like to admit . He hums , his eyes glancing down at the drink in his hands and promptly lifting it to his lips . His face is stoic as he gulps down the bitter liquid . “I always despised your attitude ,” He rolls his dark eyes , his voice is deep , too deep . As if he had just finished smoking hundreds of cigarettes .
“And I always did despise your very being ,” I mutter , pulling my fingers through my hair . “Listen , uncle , I don’t have time for
