I really don't care if you smoke. That doesn't bother me. You and I both know the risks and you want to smoke, so go ahead. But could you use your ashtray? It really bothers me when you flick your cigarette out of your window or I find your butts on the ground at the park. So smoke if you wish but put your trash where it belongs. The world is not your ashtray. Just sayin'
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You are a noisy sleeper. I like having you sleeping in my bedroom and I'm not completely ready for you to be in your own room yet, but your grunting is waking me up. You are sleeping peacefully through the night which is great, but I am not which is not so great.
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