November 2nd
Why do you hate me?
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"Why are you so determined to make my life hell?!" Edmund snapped.
Peter nearly laughed. "How am I making your life hell?" He asked, folding his arms.
"You're so controlling!" Edmund replied. "Why do you hate me, like serious question, because I've had enough."
"I don't hate you." Peter replied, trying his hardest to stay calm but Edmund was really testing him. "And if you've had enough then just get out, go sleep downstairs. Go sleep out in the garden for all I care."
Edmund scoffed. "You'd love that wouldn't you." He hissed.
Peter shrugged. "I can't say I'd hate it." He muttered.
Edmund shook his head. "You're unbelievable." He whispered. "I actually hate you."
Peter laughed bitterly. "Tell me something I don't know." He said, going to draw the curtains.
"Well I certainly am not sleeping in here with you." Edmund muttered, already going to gather his pillow and blankets.
Peter shrugged, "Fine by me." He said. "Sleep well."
Edmund rolled his eyes at the sarcasm in his older brother's voice, before he left the room, making sure to slam the door as loudly as he could on his way out.
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