Tiffany sat on a high stool at the kitchen table eating a bowl of rice. I happily raved down the stairs, grabbed a spoon from the cupboard and dug it into her plate to shove a spoonful of rice down my face. And then she turned away.With her back turned to me, she walked in the direction of the staircase I just descended from. "Where to?" I asked, still eating the bowl of rice I was slightly glad to have all to myself now. "I need to get ready for class," she replied, taking baby steps forward. That was a lie and we both knew it. "Today's a free day for you Tiff, I know your timetable like the back of my palm," I informed her. I watched her stop and then proceed to hold her pyjama trouser with her fingers like she meant to dig holes into them with her nails. "Well, I forgot -," she stuttered after some time. "I have projects to work on and assignments that need submission, I guess I don't need your permission to do that."It felt weird that she was keen on telling multiple lies ju
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