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HATE for people to snoop on me. My mother did it growing up, and I have this intense hatred of snooping. At our house, we had a powerful attic fan that drew air into it and felt great because Mom would not pay to air condition the house. It was loud, and you couldn't hear anyone else in other rooms. Whenever any one of us (the three kids) got a phone call, though, Mom would turn OFF the attic fan to listen to our end of the conversation. We got quizzed on our calls many times. I fucking HATED that. My calls weren't dirty or illegal or anything, but geez, give a kid a little privacy! :eyes: Mom went through our rooms when she thought we weren't looking, and that's how she found out my brother was gay. He hid that from her all his life---for good reason. She freaked out and called both me and my sister to say he was gay. I asked her, "How did you find out? Did he tell you?", knowing full well that she didn't and she got the answer by snooping. She found a letter he had hidden away in a long-unused textbook, and "somehow" it fell out and broke open for her to read. :grr: She wanted us to be all upset and hateful that he was/is gay. No way---he's my brother and I love him. My sister said the same thing. I don't hate anyone for being gay, or a different color, or anything.
Long story short: I don't snoop on other people. :)
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