Finished 5:20.
Raven scratched his nails
along the surface of his kitchen table. He scratched them again, and again,
until he’d left visible gauges in the wood. “I can’t do this,” he said for what
felt like the hundredth time that day. Blue was sure that if Raven said that
once more, he’d snap. “Ok, I get it,” he hissed, “You want a drink. Well you
aren’t getting one, so quit your whining. Go find something constructive to do
with your time.” Raven looked like he’d something to say, but Blue’d had
enough, and went outside to play with his horse instead.
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