Clipped wings

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Still in the comfort of my warm blankets, I'm startled and even more so awakened by the blare racket coming from outside my bedroom door. It's my little brother Chase. "Wake up! Wake up!" Bursting the door wide open. "Chase, go away." I said with a drowsy tone in my voice. He pounded on my bed, his knees pierced my stomach. "WHAT THE HELL CHASE!" I yelped at him. "Your moving! Mom and dad said I get your old room!" He said,thinking I could give a shit.

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