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"You don't know one thing though-" Philip said.

"What?" I interrupted.

"The remote controller wasn't functioning!" he laughed out.

"And that's why you locked your door and were not present in the dining room before me?" I asked, smilingly.

"Yeah." he replied casually.

"Please don't tell dad about this." he begged.

"Okay...but promise me that you won't play any of your rubbish pranks on me." I commanded.

"Okay...I promise." Philip replied.

This time, Philip's prank had backfired him. Of course, I knew that he wasn't going to stop with his stupid pranks. Nevertheless, I was freed from his pranks at least for the time till he recovers from the fracture. As I am fourteen and he is only seven, I will have to bear all his torture no matter how many promises he makes.

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