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peyton
I think the adults gave up on trying to discipline us after that. They merely gave us a collective sigh of tired defeat and then turned away again, rolling their eyes and calling, “Just clean it up,” before they disappeared from the kitchen once more.
York and I glanced at each other before we released a relieved breath together. We had majorly just dodged a bullet there.
And then, in tandem, we rushed to tidy the kitchen. We worked without fighting this time—probably because we decided not to speak to each other anymore—and we were mopping up the last puddle of water and putting away the last cleaned dish within five minutes.
As York rested his forearms on top of the mop and surveyed the floor, I whipped the damp dish towel from over my shoulder and tossed it onto the cou
