Don’t sit there and tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’ve got blood all over your shoes and your eyes are still glowing. I know what you’ve been up to. I’m not stupid. You don’t think I got up to no good when I was your age? You don’t think I could hang with the dark ones on a Friday night? You’ve got another thing coming, young lady. You’re grounded. That’s right, grounded, and don’t try to argue because my mind is made up. You’ll just have to miss seeing your little friends at the rituals tomorrow.
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