She cycles faster, concerns over the color of my fabric revving her up. “And I’d be happy to let you borrow one of my dresses. It’s just . . .” She trails off, and I finish for her. “I know. You’re a size 2, and I’m an elephant.” I turn toward the hallway. “You wouldn’t have to feel that way if you just let me help you!” she cries out from behind me, over her own speeding, spider-web legs.
I really dont like her sister
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