ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ʙᴇᴀʀs ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴ to stop youngest Thompson from            doing... whatever she is attempting with that much glue,             paper, popsicle sticks and glitter, but it's huge thus far and            he certainly feels at least a need to inquire about it.

                Breaths puffed and shoulders heaved and meister was more                 than aware that her physical condition was more than enough                 to handle some long distance running. But she attributed it to                 otherwise concerns at the moment; running up inclines was a                 difficulty either way. Still, she had to keep up with the other, at                 any point falling behind was unacceptable. Even there.

 ——≫ℬᴀɴɢ≪——

                       ❝ You still angry at me 'cause                                        of what happened back then? ❞

      Words came suddenly as eyes divert themselves to cemented floor.       She knows the talk about this is long over due, but she didn't want to        argue in the middle of battle, or in front their friends. A sigh parts lips       as digits curl within pockets. Why is it that only her SISTER was able        to make her feel this way. Sure they've been together since childhood,       but really aren't sisters, SIBLINGS in general suppose to fight. Why are       they different --- is it cause of the misfortune & bitch of a mother who had       abandon them? This was becoming frustrating, Patti wasn't even listening.

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