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quietly, carefully, Brittany slipped into her warm flat after three straight months. she smiled at the perfect room everything in its place, photos, magazines. A pair of pumps belonging to a certain brunette laid at her feet and she smirked, kicking of her own trainers and placing them on the empty shoe rack. her suspicions that Anna didn't use the rack when she was gone were now confirmed. as she took of her coat an place it among a bunch of others on a rack by the door, the blonde imagined the look on the brunettes face when she found that Brittany had returned a week early. After a very stressful day, even this image of her girlfriend in her mind was enough to relieve her. popping open the button on her jeans the brunette walked towards her bedroom, stopping momentarily to shake them off and dispose of them In a washing basket, leaving her in only her oversized shirt. she smiled and stopped in the doorway as she saw a small figure curled up in the bed. slowly she walked in,
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RACHEL

get the fuck out!" I yelled for the tenth time in two minutes. My sister Anna was an expert in getting to my nerves. She was everything I couldn't be; pretty, bold, neat, smart, beautiful and recently she was becoming a terrible flirt. "You said that before baby" she smirked. She was three years older than I was. Blonde, tall, slender and simply beautiful. In all these, she was an exceptional asshole. "I ain't your baby Anna, get out of my house!" I yelled. "Its not my fault your boyfriend kissed me, its your carelessness Rach" she spat. "Don't call me Rach ever again, that shit sounds like wretch!" I spat back "now get the fuck out" She shrugged "I guess you'll be getting a breakup then" I picked up my blue China plate and threw it. She flew up cursing "Holy Singing bird!" She cursed as she made for the door "did I tell you Ken was such a good kisser" she said. When I picked another plate, she opened the door and fled, then I sat down and wept.

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