Objections to the open house (Rousse)

Every time that I visited the White House there was something else there to annoy me. This time I kept tripping up on the rickety metal stairs. I also disapproved of my parents’ open house policy, which meant that the place was overrun with random vagrant teenaged friends of my nephew and niece.

My sister J tried to cheer me up by tidying my bedroom for me. Her strategy worked to a certain extent, but I was still not happy.

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