I was waiting for your brother, slumped on the sofa in your parents' house. Your little body came through the doorway and for a moment the sun shone on you like an angel from heaven. So as not to appear interested, my gaze hardened, irritated by memories of your 2-year departure and that bloody boyfriend who kept you there for 2 more years. ... I stay quiet, my hands crossed behind my head, gauging you... but damn... I should stop... you didn't have these curves when you left...
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