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Apparently, the bond between my sisters has reached such a fervorous pitch that they can't share a few Swedish fish--from a very large bag--with me. Because, as Bree told me, it's "their" candy, the candy they bond over and send to their friends in Arizona and other distant places, and I can't possibly understand what it means to them.
She relented a few minutes later and asked Gen if she might give me her uneaten half of a Swedish fish (and if it would be okay if she just "threw it at [me]"), but Gen looked at her expressionlessly--in horror, one imagines--at the very thought, and Bree said that she'd better not, after all.
She relented a few minutes later and asked Gen if she might give me her uneaten half of a Swedish fish (and if it would be okay if she just "threw it at [me]"), but Gen looked at her expressionlessly--in horror, one imagines--at the very thought, and Bree said that she'd better not, after all.
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Maybe bribery.
I have my ways.