My Sister's Admirer

ld my breath, waiti

bellious girls-they called themselves 'The Rebellious Roses.' They used to gang up and bully timid students. One time, they were at it again, pi

ught of my gentle, soft-spoken sister challenging them? That was hard to imagine. Maybe even the quietest people had t

ce middle school, why didn't you say something earli

ou and your sister make a pac

How did he even

ted college, they came to visit me, showering me with so much lovey-dovey affection I couldn't help but feel painfully single. I even dragged a random guy to pretend to be my boyfrien

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sofa, dressed in pajamas, a

made me feel awkward. I leapt out of bed, holding up the wa

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de in an instant, stead

I hopped away and said

y sister from middle school. We were both in school uniforms, heads pressed together. My sister was smiling gen

en. "Wow, you secretl

arrassment. "I did." Not even a

thought. "The ne