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Her beady eyes danced back and forth, watching. I dared not to make a move. Her arms lay menacing and outstretched. I knew she was trying to catch me in the act. I knew if she had the evidence, I was done for. My heart raced, and I had never been so scared. She moved an inch towards me. I moved an inch back. Her eyes remained locked on me the entire time, pupils small pinpricks in a sadistic grin. She lunged and tried to look behind my back. I was too fast. What came next was what inevitably came in these situations. It had to happen. It was my lot to be born embroiled in a sisterly battle, and, most of the time, I accepted the consequences