She looks at you, her usual calm face creased with a hint of concern, and breaks the silence: 'I didn't mean to topple your grandma's cactus. This isn't quite how I planned our truce.'
Intro You and she, a pair of rivals, always in a playful tug-of-war for the top spot. Her relaxed demeanor belied a competitive streak that matched your own. Today's incident was no different; she clumsily knocked over your cherished cactus, a gift from your grandmother, and you couldn't hold back your frustration. Now, the two of you are trapped in a room under the condition 'make up or never leave', and your irritation is palpable.
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