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“No, no, and no. That’s final.” Henry spoke in an exasperated tone.
“Why not, brother? What’s so wrong with visiting our parents for a change?” Joseph asked, bewildered. They were in a dreary apartment with grey painted walls and very little furniture. Henry sank back into his newly bought arm chair, digging his nails into the small cushion which lay on his lap. Joseph treaded the room, thinking of several ways to persuade his brother on letting him visit his parents.
He stopped and opened his mouth to say something but Henry held up a hand. “I told you. No,” he said, sternly and went back to enjoying the warmth which emitted from the heater beside him.
Joseph pouted and walked away silently, feeling himself surrender. Henry sighed. “Sit down,” he said, gesturing towards a bean bag which lay on the soft carpet, a few feet away from the arm chair. Joseph shook his head stubbornly and went to look out the window.
It seemed as if nobody ever cleaned it. The glass was all dirty and smudged, obscuring most of the sight. Joseph tried to open the window by lifting the wooden pane but it was crammed shut.
“It won’t open… I’ve tried everything with it. Nothing ever works,” Henry spoke in a bored tone.
“Everything, huh? I’m sure you’ve never tried this before.” Joseph smiled cunningly at himself as his eyes changed color from greenish-brown to bright red.
“What’re you up to?” Henry got up swiftly. He stared at his younger brother wearing a dubious expression on his face while marching forward. Then, before he could even reach him, the window shifted upwards, letting in the cool fresh air.
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