~Isabella's POV~
He did it again. Every day, it's the same thing. "Hey Phineas! Whatc'cha doin'? I'm sick of those words. I'm sick of pretending. I'm sick of him! I have mixed feelings right now; mad and totally upset. I'm sitting here, on the verge of tears, and all he's doing is fixing the camp দেওয়াল with Ferb, not even paying attention to me. "Hey Phineas..." I sighed. "Need an help?"
"Sure," the red tom replied with a smile. "We wouldn't mind."
"I would," a voice broke in. I glared at the black she-cat.
"Midnight, no one needs your opinion," Ferb hissed from behind. Midnight stuck out her tongue...
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