Thirty-One
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Shadows dance along empty sidewalks. The air is still, pensive, waiting. I smirk at the thought. Since meeting my biological father, the plug in my brain has been freed and words gush from me. I’ve been so busy writing that I haven’t spent much time with Kylie. Which is why I’m putting in extra effort tonight.
Tall lampposts splash orange and silver glows on the ground, dispelling the darkness and highlighting Kylie and her crew. She accepts the mike from Felix, her cameraman, and takes a deep inhaling breath.
I smile at her show of nerves. She’s going to do great and she looks gorgeous as usual. She’s buttoned up to her neck in a white shirt beneath a black jacket and blue pencil skirt. I remember the shopping trip she dragged me on yesterday and cringe.
Kylie was o
