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Looking Good
I stood in front of my mirror and checked myself over. Not too bad, I thought. It was Friday night and I was going out. "You look good," my baby sister Dawn said as I passed her bedroom door. "Where are you going?" When I say baby sister, she had sure grown up in the last few months. "Oh, just down to the youth club," I explained. I had stopped to talk to her and I took the time to look her up and down. She was wearing one of my old pyjama tops, although she hadn't bothered with the...