Sisters

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I looked in the mirror. I was about to go to a party so I needed to look good. My crush is going to be there! I NEED to look good! I looked okay at the moment, but something was missing… Maybe I’ll ask my sister. Eh, should I? She doesn’t have the best taste in fashion… Eh, there’s no pain in doing so…
What do you know, she knew exactly what I needed! This hat looks quite nice on me! It looks perfect! I was wrong about her taste.
Should I wear a scarf? Nah, it’s not too cold outside. I don’t like scarfs.
I left the house and got in my car. I’ll be honest, I was a bit cold. Let’s get to that party!
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I still can’t believe she’s gone. I can still remember the last words she said to me.
“Okay! I’m going now! I’ll see you in a bit, sis!”
The fact that she went out in her worst fear really pains me. It must have been terrifying. I myself am quite scared of car accidents now.
But to be completely honest, it’s probably better for her to be gone. She would have hated the lack of colour in the world now. She always loved being colourful. She changed favourite colours as often as socks.
But that was eight years ago. The war was seven years ago.
I smiled sadly and put down the photo. I got myself distracted again. I slipped on my goggles and went out into the freezing cold. Time for some shopping.
(I suck at writing okkokkokkookkookkookook)