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"My mirror remains my best friend, because when I cry it doesn't laugh at me."
                    ~Charlie Chaplin
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"Hey Neighbour." (Don't look, just keep walking.)
Here I am, enjoying my Friday evening. (well, almost!)
"I never took you for a snub. Why the change of character?" the masculine voice says.
"I however, took you for a pest. Hence the attitude." I reply.
"Whaat, I just wanted to say, hi." Edward says.
"As much as I encourage good neighbourliness, I detest liars."
"I do not remember saying anything wrong or lying as a matter of fact." he replies confidently.
I refuse to reply
"Okay, maybe I just told your parents about the way you and Lisa have been so hostile to me."
"I can smell an attention seeker nearby. Can you smell that too?" I whisper while sniffing.
I then decided to ignore the nosy neighbour and walked to my car to retrieve the textbook I have been looking for. (All this while ignoring his rants.)
"Shalom." I finally greet and immediately enter the house.
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"Are you expecting anyone stell?" Xavier asks from downstairs.
"Nope. Why don't you find out who it is."
"I am m scared. The person is literally pounding on our door." (trust my brother to be so dramatic.)
I make my way downstairs; truth be told, whoever it is intended to pull down our front door. (It cannot be Edward, we had our duel about an hour ago....or maybe he wants a rematch) *sighs.

As I open the door I am rendered completely speechless.
"Hhhh..ow do you know where I live?" I manage to say.
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