They never stop

It was a rare night when mum met my brother in the living room and they couldn’t stop talking.

There were countless topics on my mind and I needed to put them down before forgetting them.

Suddenly I realised if my work place hadn’t moved out to the living room, this wouldn’t have affected me.

“I can’t think when you keep talking; I can’t sleep if I don’t finish typing.”

I must be too weak that I conceded.

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