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„Oh, God, why is the sun shining so bright so early in the morning?” Harper whined, shielding her eyes with sunglasses and an oversized sunhat.
„I’m starting to believe you enjoy hangovers, Harp.” I cackled, handing her another water bottle, „Here. Take this and shut up.” I pulled two painkillers from my beach bag, „I want to enjoy this beautiful day without your whining.” I added, dropping the bag beside the beach lounger.
Harper flipped me the bird, downing the whole bottle, which I decided to ignore. This is a typical Harper; she sees the problems in others but does not notice hers. With a grunt, she plopped down on the lounger beside mine and unwrapped her pale orange sarong before lying down with exaggerated drama.
„Uff. Lord. Give me strength to survive this day.” She
