This revelation caused her to spit the mouthful she was working on out into a paper towel.
"YOU SPIKED MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT WITH A TRACKING DEVICE!?!?!?"
Her face twisted. Previously thrilled that her birthday had been remembered and commemorated with bacon that her brother had to actually put forth effort to make for her she was suddenly...hurt. Angry, too, but hurt more than anything. She put the rest of the explosion down on the coffee table.
"I'll be in my room. Leave me alone."
Like hell she was going to cry in front of him.
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