"I like my biscuits with tea" she always said.
I used to tell her she was saying it wrong. But she never agreed. We never had the sisters-bonding at all. She always hated me since I was better at everything, including language. Anyway, I didn't mind her linguistic mistakes. At most times, I really didn't care. But today, as I lay dead in front of her and she said to the police, "She ran with her eyes straight into my knife", it bothered me.
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Srushti's Short Stories (Completed)
Short StoryA lot of confusion, unpredictability, and, most of all, deaths. But it's all worth it! Dive in!
