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"Did you really just hiss at me?" Eliot asked.
"And I will again if you keep trying to touch my stuff," Breanna said, pulling the contraption she was working on closer.
Eliot raised his hands in surrender and backed away from where she sat.
"Just please move them somewhere else. We need the table for dinner."
"Can't we use a different one? This is hard to move."
"Which is why I am giving you an hour to do it. This is the table we eat at and you know that. Use a different one next time."
"You are being mean."