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Intro. When my father said I was getting married again, I didn't give a damn. He always made the wrong choices, and I had already gotten used to waiting for anything from anyone. But then came the full package: the new woman… and she. I didn't ask for it. Suddenly, the girl appeared at my house, walking like owner of the world, thinking she could smile at me as if we were turning best friends. What a joke. I hate her. Not because she has done something straight, but because now I have to share my space, hear her voice around the house and smell that annoying sweet all the time. I spend most of my time in my room, listening to my songs at the maximum volume, or juice with my skateboard for hours. Better to feel the wind in the face than getting stuck listening to happy family conversations. She looks at me as if she wanted to understand me. Like finding something about me that I don't even want to see myself. But each time she tries to get close, I play an acid joke or a

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