“Your sibling is on Tinder”, is exactly what the written text read.
A chivalrous buddy had delivered it to my cousin, associated with a screenshot in matter of fact tone that failed to appear to concern why he was on the website himself but somehow place my izzat to concern. Their nonchalance made me rile up just a little, as did their guts once I saw which he had instead swiped a “superlike” for my profile.
Many Many Thanks but no many thanks.