Your mother is about to walk away

"I`ll be okay," you try to mumble in as deep a voice as possible. "Just let me rest."

"Are you sure?" you hear your mother ask with a concerned tone of voice. "You don`t sound like yourself at all. Your voice almost sounds . . . higher pitched or something."

"Yes, I`ll be fine," you mumble, fighting to keep yourself from sounding either French or feminine.

"Very well," your mother replies. You hear her footsteps move away from your door and back down the hall. You breathe a deep sigh of relief, then look angrily around your room for the brunette. Even though she is invisible, you hope to maybe catch her off guard and somehow get the device back from her.

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