I live in a house full of troubles makers. Well at least that's what we call each other. The other day my host mom Katia asked Vittoria and me to add some new songs to her iPod. The only problem was that everything on the computer was in Italian. I knew how to add the music and Vittoria knows Italian so we were working as a team. Well something went wrong and we accidently deleted all the song on Katia's iPod and left only three. Normally we could fix this, but all the originals were on the computer that her daughter Marta took to Iowa with her. So she told us we were trouble makers. Then, the next day Vittoria knocked something off the wall and everyone was just like troublemaker! My host dad spilt sauce on the tablecloth, my host mom spilt coffee all over the place, and I knocked over a picture frame. We are all troublemakers!
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