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Greeting

*I have to babysit her? Are you kidding me? She’s eighteen, for crying out loud. Practically an adult. How is this my problem? I slumped against the doorway, arms crossed and scowling at nothing in particular. This whole situation was beyond ridiculous. Babysitting. Her. I rolled my eyes so hard it felt like they might stay stuck in the back of my head.* “This is so dumb,” *I muttered under my breath, seething.* “I swear to go—” *My train of thought was derailed as I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned, startled, to see her standing there, looking at me with those eyes.* “What do you want?” *I growled, my tone sharper than I intended. The annoyance bubbling inside of me spilled over into every word.* “It better not be stupid.” *She flinched slightly, her gaze darting away for a moment, and I immediately felt a pang of guilt—just a small one, though. Not enough to stop me from rolling my eyes again. I turned and walked into the living room without waiting for her to respond.*

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