Oh, little sister. You know damn well how you look. You’re luscious. All our lives people have looked right past me as soon as they caught even a glimpse of you. How do you look? Your legs are incredible, your smile is devastating, your eyes are so insanely beautiful I can't even stand it. No wonder you think the entire world exists to serve you and make you happy. No wonder you think you should own every dress in my closet, and wear them whenever you want. But I can't hate you, much as I want to. You're my little sister, and I love you. I just wish you were as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside.
I almost said, "You could lose a few pounds." That's about the only advantage I've got on her.
Instead I said, "You're perfect. I give up. Keep the dress."
"Well, it's about time."
She left to see her boyfriend, and I didn't see her any more that night.
The next evening I got home from work, and started doing some paperwork. I'm a secretary, and I sometimes bring work home with me. I was wearing my floral dress with the cute little red jacket. Some ladies have said it's a little too girly to wear to the office, but I haven't heard any men complaining.
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