"It's leftover pie," I said. "Clara left it out there."
If you’ve got a cousin like mine—the one who corrects your grammar, criticizes your cooking, and shows up to every family function looking like he just stepped off a magazine cover—consider yourself lucky. Because that kind of passion, that kind of engagement, only comes from someone who truly cares.
Then he ruined it.
"That was an investment!" he yelled, his face flushing a bright red. He grabbed a cushion and hugged it to his chest, burying half his face in it. It was a move that screamed tsundere , completely at odds with the scowl he was trying to maintain. "Shut up. You're annoying."
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