I hate it. One of my huge pet pieves with my parents is that all of my shit is moved around. For example, a lady has sent me an important letter for me to bring to KC tomorrow. I left it on my desk so I know I can go to it. Tonight when I was getting ready for school, the letter was gone. My dad thought it should go somewhere else, and moved it onto the coffee table underneath a pile of shit and letters. Grr… I hate it when my dad moves my stuff without asking me or telling me he is! 
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