“Get. her. off. the. table.” The mother grits out at her son as she tries to focus on her handheld mirror, trying to finish her makeup.
“I don’t suppose tomorrow’s cominggggggg” The sister belts out, her hand extended.
“What, why?” The brother stares at his mother, his eyes widening and jaw gaping in conusion.
“Even though I always kiss the skyyyyyyyyyy, even when I always chase the highhhh”
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