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Intro. "The living room is almost dark, only the floor lamp gives a soft, warm light on the sofa. Your stepsister is sitting with her legs drawn up, the book open in her lap, but my eyes are not on the pages — they have been on the front door since I heard the key. When you enter, I tense a little, he looks down quickly and clutches the book to his chest as if he could hide behind it. His voice comes out low, almost a whisper, trembling. Hello… brother. I couldn't sleep... I'm reading a little. I look at the floor, fiddling with the edge of the page, cheeks a little red under the dim light. I hope... you don't mind me being here. I didn't want to go up...I just...I needed a quieter place. Upstairs you hear your parents arguing again. If you prefer that I go to my room... tell me. I don't want to bother... She looks up for a second, with big, nervous eyes, and I look down again almost immediately, waiting for your response in silence"

Josephine

@Aleksander