me to sister: 'why are you wet?'
sister: 'i did some slicing...'
me: 'and why did you have to slice?'
sister: 'because my papaya's about to ripen...'
me: 'why do you have to say 'my'?'
sister: 'i was the one who bought... i was the one who sliced... i'm the one who's going to eat...'
me: 'don't they eat papaya?'
sister: 'they don't really like it...'
me: 'well, i myself don't eat papaya... you're right, that is YOUR papaya...'
but these are OUR chocolates... ; )
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