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"Mind telling me what this is," Gore was still holding Timothy by the scruff of his neck.

Harlow shrug, "that's Timothy Wayl-"

Gore growled out, causing Harlow to stop talking and shrug at him again.

"Why are you sneaking around in here, in my house, in the middle of the night?" Gore asked.

Timothy said nothing, he only hung his head.

"Mind explaining to me why you are sneaking in here!" Gore asked again.

Timothy said nothing, as Gore held him higher in the air.

Gore looked over at Harlow, who was trying her best not to laugh.

"You know what? You are grounded until next year." Gore turned to leave, dragging Timothy with him.

Harlow jumped to her feet. “What? You can't keep grounding me!"

Gore pushed Timothy out the door, telling him to wait outside.

"I can and I will."

"You are so annoying, Gore. You never let me do what I want. You always keep me locked up!" Harlow yelled.

Gore stared her down. Walking closer to her, Harlow returned his glare.

"I always give you what you want and mor