Frank follows me the moment I leave the room. He doesn't say anything, just following me quietly and sits down on the couch when I do.
When I ask him why he is following me instead of sleeping in his room, he says it is also my room and if I am running away from it, he will also do the same. We will both sleep on the couch.
"Frank, I don't have the energy to argue with you about silly things. Just leave me alone, okay? I don't even want to see your face." I turn away from him.
"Why? what have I done?" He asks.
"You don't know what you've done? I also don't know, then. Just leave me alone, okay?"
He sighs, then scoops me in his arms and carries me back upstairs.
I struggle. "What are you doing, you rascal! put me down!" He continues walking until we are back in his room.
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