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Ana and I were in Mom's Idea of 'proper dressing'. (A.k.a puffballs of Doom) I gave Ana my mischievous smile. "Oh, mother, can we go onto the hill to see Moses and Henri arrive?" I asked. She nodded. Ana and I wobbled out the door. Once we were on the hill, Ana asked me, " Did you rig them?" I nodded. We put our hands on the very back of the puffballs of doom, and tore them off. Underneath, we were in baggy men's pants, and dad's work shirts. " Thank God! Clare, I think I would have died with one more moment of those freaking things!" Ana said. I nodded. Ana and I's voices are half British, and half American. It sounds like bells. Then I rolled down the hill. I have no clue why Ana and I do this, but we roll down the hill until were dizzy. I spun down it far, nearly into the lake. I got up, dizzy and laughing. I saw Ana had stopped halfway down it. I noticed a tall, French man laughing at us. "Oh, goddarnit." I muttered. Then he did the last thing I expected. He laid down, and began rolling down the hill. I looked at Ana, as if to say, Should we continue? She shrugged. I ran up the hill, and laid down beginning to roll, but Mom, her lips pressed into a thin line with dissaproval, stopped me. "Mom? Did Benedict Arnold ever kiss you?" I asked, then began to roll, knocking her to the ground.
