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Lil' Sister
It’d been six months since Silvia had last seen Mika, and one look was enough to tell her all her little sister had been keeping from her.
Rob and Juan had planned a Saturday night out after dinner, but Silvia resorted to the such-a-long-flight excuse to stay behind.
“Would you lend me a hand with the dishes?” she asked Mika.
The others understood and took off, leaving the sisters alone.
“I thought Lorena was coming too,” Silvia said as they picked up everything from the table.
Mika hesitated, found her sister’s eyes and shrugged. “We broke up.”
“Oh. You never mentioned it.”
“It happened three days ago. I didn’t wanna write to you about it. It was your last days with Jim, and I knew we were meeting today.”
They took everything to the kitchen and Silvia asked Mika to make mate while she did the dishes. The girl knew better than trying to beat
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