Goody Two Shoes

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

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When we got to the bus I got a better look at Courtney in normal light, in the front lounge. I put the shades down, and the interior lights were up full. My little sister. She had been, what, thirteen when I saw her last? She had grown a foot easily–in fact, she was taller than me now. Her hair was permed and curly as well as colored, and then there was the make-up. Even knowing it was her, it was still hard to recognize her, except by voice.

I utterly failed not to act like an overprotective big brother. “Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”

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