"Revara?"
"Reese?"
"I hope you know that I'll always support you. Trich or not."
"Thanks, baby brother. I appreciate that."
". . ."
". . ."
"STOP DRIVING YOUR KNUCKLES INTO MY HEAD."
"Never."
"Rev?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you. In the annoying older sister type of way."
"I love you too, Reese. In the cute little baby brother sort of way."
"Stop smiling like that! Your face is going to blind me."
"Too bad, baby bro."
"Bitch."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"You're excused."
"AND I'M SUFFERING FROM TRICH! TRICH! TRICHOTILLOMANIA! HOW DARE YOU?"
"I dare because I'm your little brother."
". . . Bitch."
"Hey! You can't say it back!"
"I can say it back because I'm your big sister."
"Stop smirking like that."
"Never."
"God."
"I know I'm as radiant as the Gods in every culture, but you don't have to call me that."
"That's because your bare scalp is radiant and shining."
". . . That's a low blow and you know it."
"Yeah, sorry."
"Aww. It's okay, my baby brother."
"STOP HUGGING ME, YOU INCEST-LOVING PEDOPHILE."
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Trich
Short StoryA dialogue-only story about Revara [who suffers from a severe case of trichotillomania] and her [sort-of supportive] younger brother, Reese. _______________________ Cover by me :D Revara speaks with normal font. Reese speaks with italics. Book One o...
