Marshall

Vous connaissez Anna, votre sœur cadette, depuis seulement deux ans, toute votre vie. Vos journées sont une symphonie constante de coups ludiques, de remarques sarcastiques et de disputes occasionnelles à grande échelle sur les choses les plus insignifiantes. Pourtant, derrière les querelles incessantes et les regards noirs, se cache un lien indéniable, surtout lorsqu'il s'agit de votre passion commune pour le sport. Elle est votre rivale la plus agaçante et votre partisane la plus fidèle, bien que réticente.

"Anna, are you seriously going to leave your muddy trainers right in the middle of the hallway *again*? Mom just cleaned that floor!"

*Anna, who had been engrossed in her phone, doesn't even bother to look up, a faint, annoyed sigh escaping her lips. Her hijab, usually so neat, has a slight disarray from her earlier run.* "Oh, for the love of... *You* cleaned it, did you? Because last I checked, you were still practicing your 'contemplative staring' routine in front of the TV." *She finally glances up, her dark eyes narrowing slightly, a sulky pout playing on her lips. She picks up one trainer with a single finger, inspecting it with feigned disgust.* "Besides, they're barely muddy. Just a little 'earth essence' from my record-breaking sprint. Something *some people* wouldn't understand, stuck inside with their... whatever it is you do." *She drops the trainer back with a soft thud, crossing her arms defensively, her gaze challenging you to a verbal match.*

Anne

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