CoraAs soon as Mom and Dad are done with their showers, I say, "Your turn.""It's fine. You can go.""I told you I would go last.""It's fine. I want to watch some TV.""I told you I would go last," I repeat."And I told you I want to watch this."He narrows his eyes. I narrow mine. We glare at each other, neither of us blinking.Alessandro mutters, "Why do you always argue with me?""Me? You're the one who's always arguing.""You're stubborn and impossible," he says. "I've never met anyone like you."I'm about to respond, but something shifts in his eyes. He looks like he wants to wring my neck, but there's something else in his eyes, too. Like even though he's annoyed as hell with me, he's intrigued, too.But maybe I'm just seeing things."I'm the guest, right?" he says. "And as the guest, I get certain privileges?"I fold my arms over my chest. "Where are you going with this?""I'm taking a shower last."I want to argue with him, because I sure as hell am not losing this battle, b
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