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He slightly modified the robotic mare with a storage bin for keeping money. All he wanted was to steal my money.

“Good morning, pipsqueak!” I woke him up. The word ‘Pipsqueak’ always makes him mad. He knows I use this word rarely. This time though, he became nervous. “ That gamepad controller idea was cool. I didn’t even suspect that it was used to control the mare.” I continued with a wicked smile. “What are you talking about?” he inquired, acting innocent. “You can’t escape this time. After all, I’m the daughter of a detective.” I said, smiling. Philip smiled too. The smile on his face was innocent. Of course, it was his master class acting skills! However, I forgave him- for the first time ever. It was because I was worried about Philip’s fractured hand. Bearing all the troubles from the younger siblings and forgiving them- isn’t that something elder brothers and sisters are born for?

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