Violet | After
Max furiously takes a drink of orange juice, glaring at Carlos who he seems to be having a staring contest with. Things have been tense since breakfast started, the two of them not talking to each other while Zeph, Kaci and I are in the dark about why.
"Alright, let's stop this childish nonsense," Kaci says. "What happened?"
"He knows what he did," Max spits.
"I don't!" Zeph wails. "I want to be in on the secret! You're making me feel left out!"
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Max furiously takes a drink of orange juice, glaring at Carlos who he seems to be having a staring contest with. Things have been tense since breakfast started, the two of them not talking to each other while Zeph, Kaci and I are in the dark about why.
Violet | After
"Alright, let's stop this childish nonsense,"
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