Fancy's P.O.V.
Michael and his brothers were playing basquetebol, basquete in our backyard like normal kids. Tito was trying to be act like he was a great basquetebol, basquete player, which he isn't and Jackie roubou the ball maliciously while Tito was on nuvem nine.
The game only lasted about ten minutes, kinda pitiful if you were to play in the NBA. Today was the last dia 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 cozinha popping some pipoca during our sleepover downstairs. Auntie Colette was already asleep and left us to fret for ourselves....
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