"Bisila? So it's been you all this damn time. What did I say?" Bradley growled."Am I in trouble, Godfather?" she asked, grinning."You've been making a fool out of me, and I still took you in as Patrick Smith? What can I do with you, child?""Forgive me and let me come back. Please, Godfather.""Have you changed?" Bradley demanded, his face stern."Yeah.""When was that?""Today. This morning.""Get out of my sight, Bisila," Bradley said, standing up with a grunt."You've lost it already.""Get out, you piece of—" he started, but Bisila was already darting out of the room, sprinting through the yard and garden, out the small gate as Bradley hobbled after her."I don’t ever want to see you again on my farm, you little rascal!" he hollered."Sorry, Mr. Bradley! I’ll ask for permission next time!" she yelled back, laughing as she ran."I’ll slaughter you like a guinea pig if you show your face again!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky before heading back inside, muttering, "What’s
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