If only little sisters were trainable, thought Mimi. I could train her to clean my room, wash my clothes and walk the dog. Man, even if I could just train her to stay the BLEEP out of my room! I know she goes in there, snooping around for money or candy, my diary or other incriminating evidence.
Mimi was often waging campaigns to catch the little weasel, but so far to no avail. Susy was like a professional spy - never caught and always covers her tracks. But Mimi knew. She knew that little turd was in there. Once again, Mimi determined to catch Susy and then demand the death penalty. Ok, so mom and dad probably wouldn't go along with that, but with proof she could demand some sort of punishment.
Once again, Mimi devised a plan. She would leave a hair across her diary and if it was disturbed when she returned, then that would prove it! Mom and Dad would be forced to acknowledge that their little darling is a psychopath. A psychopathic turd. A diary-reading, clothes-stealing psychopathic turdface.
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