My sister calls me fat.
I look in the mirror and smile.
I look in the mirror and twirl a strand of hair with my finger.
I look in the mirror and pose.
Then I hear my sister's foot steps and I look away from the mirror.
She skims her eyes over my figure studying even the freckle on my jaw.
She says I'm fat and walks away.
I look back at the mirror and see a disembodied mess.
Just a moment ago I dared to think I was handsome.
I love my sister because she never lies to me.
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The Story Of Sixteen Cranes
RandomThis is a story about a boy. A world with only a boy. Only one name. One character but no protagonist. This is a story about two boys. A world with billions of people. Only two names, but it ends at sixteen cranes.
