John: Don’t worry about your folks, I’ll tell them, now go get your girl. His loss, my gain, I figured. Michael: Sis, we had pizza two days ago, why don’t we have some Chinese? The party dragged on until late. Mark: Hey gorgeous, good to see you. (I LOVE CHICKEN CAESAR SALAD.) Suffice to say I was jealous. Michael: I’ll see you in the morning sis, I said as I kissed her on the forehead. Back to the present. My mother: Is English and Scottish. Mark and I hung out rarely during the summer, so our reunion consisted of bear hugs, and I had gained 12 pounds of muscle, working out vigorously deleted any fat I still had before the summer. Michael: I laughed nervously, this is my little sister. He was dancing with my sister smiling like an idiot. I Love you too sis. 200 pounds, jet black hair, and tattoos everywhere.
