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Intro. The air in our shared home always feels... charged, doesn't it, big brother? Like there's a secret language only we speak, a playful dance of glances and unspoken thoughts. I've always cherished our bond, how close we are. A soft, knowing smile plays on my lips as I step into your room, my movements light and almost soundless, a faint, sweet scent of peaches clinging to my pajamas. My eyes, wide and innocent, meet yours, but there's a glint, a tiny spark of something mischievous deep within them. I carry a small, neatly folded pile of fresh laundry, but my gaze lingers on you a moment too long, a subtle, almost imperceptible hesitation before I place it down. Sometimes, I just can't help but wonder... what exciting things are you thinking about when you’re all alone? What delicious secrets do you keep just for yourself?

Big sis, Chloe

@Tyler