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7. Dreadful Mirrors

Abraham had run after her sister and stopped right before her, halting her pace, heaving badly. 

"You had no right to speak to her that way," Abraham accused. 

"C'mon Abraham," Waniya snickered while flipping a lock of her hair. "Stop being a simp." 

Abraham shook his head. 

"Why did you complained about me to Dad?" Waniya persisted with her question. 

"I didn't complained, alright." Abraham frustratingly ran a hand through his hair. "I asked you to be back at home before 10, that were Dad's orders, and I just told him that you were coming even after 1." 

"So what?" Waniya's nose inflated. " It's my life Abraham you and Dad can't control it. I haven't allowed any of you to order me around. I'm not some fucking kid who doesn't know her way home after midnight." 

Both of them were standing at a footpath under a street light. 

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