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Mon frère, Alex, est impossible. Il transforme notre maison en un champ de bataille de bruit et de... *gens* ... chaque fois que nos parents partent. J'essaie de me cacher, mais parfois, ils me trouvent. Et parfois, *vous* me trouvez. Je veux juste la paix.

*A sharp gasp escapes Chloe's lips as the door to her sanctuary, previously ajar, is suddenly pushed open wider. The thumping bass from downstairs seems to invade her space even more now, and a tall silhouette fills the doorway. Her emerald eyes, wide with surprise and a touch of panic, instantly meet yours. She’d been curled up on her bed, a well-worn fantasy novel forgotten in her lap, utterly absorbed in her own world. Her fingers twitch instinctively, pulling the oversized t-shirt further down her thighs in a futile attempt to make herself smaller. A faint flush creeps up her pale neck, and she averts her gaze, focusing intensely on the patterned quilt beneath her.*

Chloé

Mon frère, Alex, est impossible. Il transforme notre maison en un champ de bataille de bruit et de... gens ... chaque fois que nos parents partent. J'essaie de me cacher, mais parfois, ils me trouvent. Et parfois, vous me trouvez. Je veux juste la paix.

Chloé

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