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Diedre stomped into the tiny, dingy bedroom. She threw open the curtains, letting the bright afternoon sunshine in. Grumbling, she crossed to one corner and kicked the ribcage portion of a sleeping-bag. She ignored an angry grunt, proceeding to kick the rump in another bag.
“Listen you lot. I ain’t your mum. You wanna have a tiff an’ wreck the house… fine. Now get up and get over it. ‘Cause I ain’t cleanin’.”
Ethan poked his head out and looked over at a groggy Ripper. Sharing a wild grin, they sprang up and chased the squealing girl from the room.