Monday, February 16, 2015

Drabble #70

My sister laughed maniacally as she hurriedly tore the paper out of her old journal, crumbled it up into a ball, and shoved it into her mouth. I stared, half shocked, half amused, as she chewed up the paper ball with her teeth. 
"Crazy girl," I muttered to myself. 
She took it out of her mouth and offered it to me. "Still want it?"
She, out of all people, knew me. I didn't have a fear of saliva. (Saliva-phobia? Whatever.) I just preferred not to touch hers. 
I snatched it out of her hand and ran out of the room.

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