young Plato

You were sitting in your room.
Your mom came to you and said
-My friend and her son will come to us now.
You took off your headphones.
-What difference does it make to me?
The mother frowned.
-Well, actually, her son will be sitting with you, he is only 16, like you.
Your eyes widened.
-Can't he sit with you?
The mother frowned even more.

• No, the conversation is over.
  Mom left the room and an hour later her friend came with her son.
  He came into your room and said
  -Hello

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