The Two Timer
Because they are wearing the same uniform, it's possible she's well-behaved and younger than my sister.
"I'm not ugly at all!" I hissed. "When did you learn to make friends? You still manage to make friends despite your tough exterior, huh?" Laughing, I said, wiping my sweat from my brow, "Perhaps you just hauled someone here and told me she's your friend."
“Heh! You! What a bully you are," my sister remarked as her face turned red with rage.
I giggle at her and said, "I'm not."
“Hmp. Those gals gave me the magazine," she said and roll her eyes on me. "Good luck, brother," she murmured, pointing behind me.
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