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It boils my blood. ¡æ ºÎ±ÛºÎ±Û ²÷¾î ¿Ã¶ó.
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A: It boils my blood, when cars push into my lane. A: ºÎ±ÛºÎ±Û ²÷¾î ¿Ã¶ó, ´Ù¸¥ Â÷°¡ ³» Â÷¼±¿¡ ħÀÔÇϸé.
B: Don't let it get to you. That's an accepted practice in the city. B: ½±°Ô ÈïºÐÇÏÁö ¸¶. µµ½Ã¿¡ »ì¸é¼ ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ÀÏÀ̾ß.
A: It's not accepted by me. It's discourteous and hazardous. A: ³ª´Â ¿ë³³ ¸øÇÏ°Ú¾î. ¹«·ÊÇÏ°í À§ÇèÇÑ ÁþÀ̾ß.
B: Even so, if you lose your cool, you'll just get stressed out. B: ±×·¸Áö¸¸ À̼ºÀ» ÀÒÀ¸¸é ½ºÆ®·¹½º°¡ ½×ÀÌÀݾÆ. |