“Sydney! You can’t just do that!” I yelled at her, “That’s mine!” she showed no remorse for what she did, in fact, she looked furious right now, “Why would you do that? Are you crazy?”
She drank her hot coffee, before looking back at me, “What did I tell you? Don’t accept any gifts from anyone, right? That’s why you almost got killed, Vera! Weren’t you listening to me?! Huh? I keep repeating not to do that again! You stubborn biatch!”
“I was a kid back then, and this bracelet was a gift from someone I hope I help! You can’t just rip off that of me, that’s mine!” I’m not mad, I’m just flustered, she sometimes does that, especially if it’s about these items.
“You know my grandma is a shaman, right? I knew all the kinds of amulets, but it’s not for safekeeping, Vera, someone else, wants yo
