the two moods of Joyce when it comes to Eleanor

Joyce : *cartwheels into a room*

Joyce : I hate you all

Eleanor : even me?

Joyce : everyone that is my sibling, but you, you are a sweet fucking angel

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Joyce : *cartwheels into a room*

Joyce : I hate you all

Eleanor : w-what about me-

Joyce : awww Ellie, don't worry! I hate you most!