Eight,
2:34 P.M.
They walked down the jalan from their High School, the brother complaining mildly, while his sister simply shrugged off his negativity with her own chipper recollections of the day’s events. The hari was very normal to them. The houses were quiet, though that was not abnormal; almost every child was walking about the school atau walking back home, and theirs was a three mile walk from the educational establishment.
“… and then we’re going to the spa to-“
“Okay, yeah.” The brother interrupted, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need to know about what girl parties are...
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