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“I don’t like him!” I heard her roar and then there was a silence before she squeaked.
“Jesus, Fuck! How long have you been standing there!?” I heard the little snickering of her siblings and I knew they would pay.
“Long enough. Do you wanna go get some food?” It was silent for a while and I knew that she was thinking, and genuinely thinking, about what going with him meant for her.
“It’s not that difficult a question”
“’It’s not that difficult a question’, shut up I’m thinking.” She mocked him in a whiny voice, and I knew she was holding up a finger.
“Look, fine, we don’t have to-“
“Tonight. I’m gonna go the Cave, and dance and sing. I’ll be there.” Was all she said, but there was no inflection in her voice. She was reading him, and I knew that, but trying to be indifferent with a tiger wasn’t beneficial to anyone.
“Fine.”
“And because I know you’re listening, you cow, you and your mate better be there too. I suffer, you suffer!” She yelled and I gasped, not because she’d caught me because I’d known that she knew I was listening, but because she’d called me a cow. Rude.
“I’m not going anywhere with you cat lover!” I didn’t hear anything in response and was genuinely terrified, making me jump and grab Ander.
“I think it’s time we left.” We hightailed it out of there, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was still going to die later.
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