Abigail: ‘You’re in a grumpier mood than usual, Anna, what gives?’
Anna: ‘Today’s you’re birthday, Abby... You’re growing up and you’re gonna leave me behind...’
Abigail: ‘The house is big and mom and dad wont mind me sticking around, but I want space of my own. My own pool to fish from. If you’re that cut up about it, I’d be more than willing to hang back and wait for you.’
Anna: ‘You really mean it, Abby...?’
Abigail: ‘I mean it. Fishy promise. You and me we’ll get our own place, with its own pool so we can fish every morning’
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