Fancy's P.O.V.
Michael and his brothers were playing basketball, basket-ball in our backyard like normal kids. Tito was trying to be act like he was a great basketball, basket-ball player, which he isn't and Jackie a volé, étole the ball maliciously while Tito was on nuage nine.
The game only lasted about ten minutes, kinda pitiful if toi were to play in the NBA. Today was the last jour they could stay before they left in the morning, so we decided to hang out as for long as we could.
I was in the cuisine popping some pop corn, maïs soufflé during our sleepover downstairs. Auntie Colette was already asleep and left us to fret for ourselves....
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