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She always goes and buys stuff she knows I can’t eat. Never thinks: what would he like? Always: I’ll have these chocolate biscuits coz he can’t eat them with his allergies and I can have them all to myself.

Selfish, greedy, inconsiderate cow.

I’m sick of it. So what if I’ve got allergies? Why can’t she treat me like a normal person and let me have something I actually like? She makes more fuss of the bloody dog than me. Well I’ve had enough of this. I’ll eat all those feckin biscuits. That’ll show her.

Now, where’s my feckin EpiPen?

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