Sneaky?
I could hear her screaming, and shouting, her voice wavering with anger, or maybe, tears. My dad would say a word or two every now and then. And although my sister didn't say a thing, her satisfaction from everything was deafening. Everything is in a horrendous mess, now that I've been caught red-handed for indulging in pure bliss.
Maybe, but I may have learnt it from you.
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