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39 | The next time, I will read you like a roast.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56JAMES
I feel a foot come down on my backside rather unceremoniously.
I groan in pain and try to move away, but as I turn, I fall off the bed.I snap my eyes open and sit up, massaging my cheek.I look at Brianna lying diagonally, taking up the entire bed.The passion for sumo hasn't faded.
I hate waking up with her nearby because she always pushes me out of bed.
Literally.I decide to take revenge.
I go to Connor's room and grab one of those stadium horns, then I return to my room.I bring it close to Brianna's face and blow.She screams in fright, and I, not expecting that reaction, scream in fright too, and Mrs. Porter, my neighbor, screams in fright as well.Once we've all calmed down, Brianna looks at me in shock. "Let me get this straight, how many times did you fall off your high chair when you were little?"
I give her a dirty look. "Only twice, unlike you."
She n
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