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Brother? Are they related? I was frozen in the middle of the action. Theodore came up behind me and grabbed my arm. He dragged me into the living room for some alone time. "My Lord, please let go of me," I pleaded. "My arm hurts," he said as he let go of my arm and looked at my face. I rubbed my arms together.

"What's the deal, Mei?" he exclaimed. "I do not know, My Lord; he just barged in right as I was about to send you the cookies," he smirked.

"And you would think I would believe all this nonsense?" he exclaimed. I was taken aback. Is he upset? We have been getting along well lately. "I worked myself to the bone every day, expecting to come home and sleep peacefully with you, and now you show me this?" His voice echoed across the living room, making my body tremble in fear.

"I- It is not what you think it is," I stammered, my words stumbling. "If not, then what?" he yelled back.