*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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“No, you can’t go up there in the attic. You shouldn't." I asserted, and she smirked.
"I will. I can. And I think you are hiding something up there." She insisted, and I inhaled deeply to keep my cool. Yes, I hid some things up there from you and everyone else.
"You see, there are lots and lots and lots of… cockroaches and other insects up there. And it's dusty as hell. That's why I haven't been visiting it for so long because I just… I don't have time to clean it. So, no, you can’t go there for now.” I explained, and thankfully it changed her eagerness and curiosity.
“Really? Ew! Fine. I'm scared of those filthy little devils with wings and antennas. But you should cease them all soon, okay?" She cringed, and I showed her two thumbs up, nodding my head as I
