We went to a fancy restaurant where we weren't allowed to speak on our regular volume.
Obviously it is precisely these kind of places where we get into fights. One at a time, we started crying, got up from the table and came back, only to make the next person cry and so on. Sort of like a relay race of tears and anger. My little sister got angry because we joked about her boyfriend. I cried because I was called out for still not having found one. I suggest that next year the topic of 'boyfriend' is off our list. I think we should keep with neutral talk of sports and food.
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