It was 2:37 and I was trying my hardest to get my dad to drive me to the South Park Mall, but, of course, he was refusing to be as quick as I would like him to be.
"Dad! I'm supposed to be at the Mall at... 3'o'clock and you're lagging!" I yelled as my dad sat on the couch, putting on his shoes ever so slowly.
"Hold on, Stan, sheez..." My dad сказал(-а) with agitation, "What's going on exactly? Are Ты late for an appointment или what?"
"No! I just have to get there as soon as possible! My Друзья have been waiting for me."
"Alright, alright," My dad rolled his eyes and stood up. "Hey, Ты wanna stop...
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