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Violet, Vero Beach, Florida
The condo felt like a mausoleum without my sister in it. Her room looked exactly the same, anime and K-pop posters lining the walls, leopard print bedding and a mess of erotic lingerie strewn about on the floor next to the scrubs she wore to work in the dentist’s office. Those were wild, too, bright green to rosy pink and covered in everything from little rubber ducks to sparkling tooth-fairies waving their tiny magic wands. If I took two steps I would trip over the oversized clogs she wore to work and she had left half-opened mail scattered all over her desk and the floor surrounding the trash can.
She hadn’t even bothered to pick up her freaking dirty laundry. And she did love her lingerie. She never wore a bra and panty set that wasn’t beautiful, lacy, a
