November 17th
I hate you
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"How in all the world do you even kick a ball up a tree?" Edmund grumbled as he carefully climbed, staring up at the football that was wedged in-between the branches.
Peter was down below, watching with a small frown on his face. "I dunno," He muttered. "Perhaps I'm just too good."
Edmund just rolled his eyes.
"Don't you think I should try and get it?" Peter suggested, unable to hide his worry as Edmund climbed a little higher.
"Nah," Edmund said with something of a grin. "I'm better at climbing than you, you'd probably get to where I am now and fall out."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "I hate you you know that?" He teased.
Edmund grinned. "I love you too." He replied, finally reaching the ball and knocking it back down to the ground, Peter quickly moving out the way so it didn't land on his head.
Edmund came down a few moments later, landing on his feet with a sigh. "Keep it on the ground next time." He said to Peter, patting his older brother's shoulder. "I'm not climbing up there again."
Peter rolled his eyes playfully. "You won't have to, don't worry."
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