Allison had never been a fan of theme parks, carnivals, or fairs. Anything fun crowded was not her thing. But, here she was, pretending to enjoy herself as much as she could. But, the stress of crowds, work, and her Sister made it difficult. Work had saddled her with a project way outside of her grasp, and not a single one of her co-workers was of any help. That paired with the fact that her Sister was wandering around of the Streets of New York, intoxicated, while living texting Allison her mental breakdown, was enough to drive anyone batty. Her phone buzzed twice, illuminated with two notifications: A reminder to breathe from her meditation app, and a text from her Father asking how the project was coming along. Allison groaned, looking away from the screen in hopes that it would somehow make both of the reminders disappear. As her eyes opened, they locked onto Alice, of all people. Sitting at Coney Island, seemingly in one piece, and something in Allison snapped. She snaked her way through the crowd to land in front of her Sister, not even taking a breath before she started. “Alice, what the hell? Are you kidding me? You can’t do that kind of thing to me. Or anyone for that matter. Do you have a brain in your head?”
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