✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife
My alarm clock goes off at 6AM, and I groan in despair. I may be a budding meister, but if there’s anything that I can’t stand, it’s the mandatory strength that waking up demands of my body. I love sleep. I yawn and shake my sister awake. “Adrienne, get up. We need to meet Kid at the DWMA in an hour.”
“No,” my sister moans, turning over on her side. She’s always one to sleep in, my sister. I can’t budge her from her bed, and there have been instances in which I’ve tried to wake her up but ended up getting...
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