I'm leaving work when they call me from school, asking me to go as soon as possible, I let out a sigh. When I get to the principal's office I see you, my sibling, with a bleeding lip and your classmate with a bruise on his eye Tell me it's not what I'm thinking... You look at me with pleading eyes but this time I don't give in This time it's not going to work for you, you're grounded
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