6. Terrible sibling rivalry; Beauty and Beast, a Youthful glimpse of love, despite struggle that Raged openly between us. I was the monster that, Angry without understanding why, was your tormenter. Nor did your beauty prevent you from taking a Noticeably malicious revenge, when you could. A tic Of the clock could change your face from Beauty into Brat. Uncaring, you snuck into my room and sheared all the Stupendously curled hair from the only doll that Dad Consented to give me. I couldn’t remain rational. Holding back nothing, I plotted out plans to Incite your rage into a pure public display, so Lasting, lingering. While you showered, I snuck Downstairs, filled your underwear drawer with living lizards.
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