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“Mine!” Alec basically lunged over his niece, wrapping his fingers around the wig that had fallen out of the box of disguises that she had brought to his house. It was a horrible thing; a dark, matted old purple afro that she had brought for something or another. It had probably made her laugh when she had seen it at the store, and even without having anything to wear the atrocious thing for, she had decided to dish out 5 dollars just so she could say she had a purple afro wig. “Bwah! No!” She was laughing as she tried to pry it from his fingers, making the entire process entirely over-dramatic. “I claim it! This wig is now mine! Respect your elders!” “You’re only four years older than I am, buttface!” She stuck her tongue out at him, and managed to get her wig back, holding it close to her chest as though it were worth a million dollars. “I shall never give it up! Never!” Alec whined and sunk down in his chair, defeated. “Fine…I don’t want it anyway.” He scowled like a child, and while Marlie was flexing to prove her victory, Alec quickly snatched the hair piece away from her, and then ran through the house. “I AM VICTORIOUS!” “YOU’RE A CHEATER, THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE!”