Fumu threw a pillow over her shoulder, just missing Bun as he walked into the room. Bun glared at the back of his sister’s head. “What are you doing?”
Fumu didn’t reply for a minute but answered him, “I’m looking for my sketch pad.”
“Oooooh.” Bun said.
He looked around the room and spotted it on her desk under a book. He went over to it and lifted it
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