October 20th
Why is it always me?
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"No but genuine question, why is it always me?"
Peter chuckled gently as he brushed the snow out of his brother's hair. "Because you're just clumsy." He pointed out.
"I slipped on ice!" Edmund exclaimed. "It wasn't my fault."
Checking Edmund could move his arm fine (he'd landed on it when he'd slipped) Peter shook his head in amusement. "I just guess you attract bad luck." He said with a small shrug.
"You're telling me." Edmund muttered, wincing when Peter moved his arm backwards.
Peter patted his shoulder. "Probably just a pulled muscle, reckon you'll live." He said.
Edmund nodded. "Thanks." He breathed, before taking a deep breath. "Can I go back out?"
Peter raised an eyebrow. "You think that's a good idea?" He asked. "You said it not me, it's always you bad things happen to"
Edmund rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine." He told his brother. "I'll just be extra careful."
Peter chuckled. "Off you go then." He said. "But I'm not taking a trip to a&e so please be careful."
Edmund was already half way out the door. "I will!"
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