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Actually, I didn't want to hit him so hard. However, this time he had really crossed the limits.

What worried me further that my mom won't believe me. It's because I am fourteen and he his only seven. Furthermore, I always keep the piggy high up in the shelves. My parents assume that Philip wont be able to reach to the piggy bank.

Philip had tried many pranks on me. Once, he had put a big, black and furry spider in my bag- About the size of my palm. Imagine my reaction when I opened the bag in school!

However, I told my mom about the piggy. As I expected, mom supported Philip. "How can Philip reach so high? I know you are just blaming on him so that you can have a new piggy bank."

"But mom-" I stammered. "No, Elsa. Don't try to make up a story. You are really bad at it." Mom interrupted.

The truth was, Philip was multi-talented. He was an ace actor while I wasn't. He can roll down tears from his eyes without even crying. I am a bit honest and I have no talent in acting. I had an idea. How about telling dad?

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