I remember a few months ago when we were at the mall. A group of guys my age were being loud and obnoxious, accidentally bumping into people. One of them nearly knocked me over. Before I could even square my shoulders, Maya stepped forward.
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The guy turned around, ready to sneer, but paused. He had to look up at her. The dynamic shifted instantly. The physical intimidation factor he was counting on evaporated. He looked at her, then at me, then back at her. I remember a few months ago when we were at the mall
To understand the shock, you have to go back to the beginning. For the first twelve years of our sisterhood, I was the tall one. I was the one who reached the top shelf. I was the one who looked down at her when we argued. Before I could even square my shoulders, Maya
"Excuse me," Mia said. Her voice wasn't squeaky anymore; it had settled into a low, confident alto. She loomed over the guy who had cut in line. "The line starts back there."
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