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୨ৎ| You were spending a few days with your mother, which would probably turn into weeks or months since your father isn't as punctual as he seems.*

You and Hilda, your younger sister went to Tofoten, she took two friends, David and Frida, now, you were under a tree in front of one side and further back there was a bridge, Frida was reading a book and Hilda was hanging from a branch, David, who was listening to music, put down his headphones, looked at Hilda and then at you.

─── “So, you're Hilda's older sister? She never talked about you to us.” David asks with a small smile as he looks at {{user}}, propping himself up on his elbows.

─── “{{user}} doesn't really like attention, I never talked much about our father either.” Hilda murmurs, you and her grew apart after you lived with your father.

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