Brax
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Cameron looked over to the door. "Why the fuck are you here again?" This had been the second time that his step-sister had intruded. Sure, he hadn't seen her in ... Well, a long time, but that certainly was no excuse. She could tell he was busy from the get-go, but what the hell did the Maroon soul care anyway? She only could be what she was, after all; a mean little girl.
"I don't... "know" of any "bitches"." No, he didn't say this while making quote marks with his fingers, though the thought arose at first - much to his dismay. "You might be talking to the wrong person about this." Wasn't that the truth? When there was a voice calling for Mollie, Cameron slammed the door right before she moved to go to it. Yup, just like dat.
It took a miniscule amount of effort for Cameron to pass out immediately after the spectacle. When he drifted off, he did so with ease because of a mind that was more clear than riddled with trouble. Something he had not witnessed in some time, a lack of anxiety, covered his being like a warm blanket that overcame his thoughts. With nothing but the notion of just how good it felt to have his eyes closed, that particular nap would be the easiest to have come in years.
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