Tonight, we were supposed to go to bed early because we've both been sick, and we both have a presidency meeting at the Bishop's house at eight in the morning.
But we chose not to.
Instead, we listened to some Colloquial Mage and then came across two rubber bands in Celeste's room. They were the good kind. The biggish kind that stretch really far without breaking. Yeah, that kind.
Then it began.
The rubber band war that lasted twenty-five minutes, with only two rubber bands. Our boundaries were clear, the stripes going across Celeste's bedspread defined our territories. Megan was on the left side of the bed, with Celeste shooting at her from the right side. Sometimes though, Megan was shooting at Celeste. We weren't very good at keeping our ammunition in stock. Call it impatience, call it having too good of a time, but we'll blame it on lousy government budgeting. Celeste's "government" seemed to have done something right, she was placed in a base loaded with soft pillows, creating a nice stock of shields. Megan was forced to resort to using local wildlife (our dog Zoe) as her protection. Amazingly, that was the one time Celeste actually hit the target. And sadly.
But this one-on-one war called for an end.
So, after an excruciating twenty-five minutes, we came to a truce. No more violence, that we may have peace forever throughout the land.
The end.
Love,
the Girls
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