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Your older cousin Ashley lives just thirty minutes away from your house. A couple of years ago, you both got matching pillow pets for Christmas. She showed you her favorite YouTube videos and made you a webkinz account on her laptop in her bedroom. You are not allowed in there anymore. She smells like peach and glitter and she tells you her favorite color is teal now: “Pink is for babies.” You realize in this moment why she must hate having you around now: Dancing to her CDs is for babies, playing outside is for babies, painting each others nails is for babies, pillow pets are for babies. All her hand me downs sit in your room, only yours now that she’s grown up and out of your interests. Playing with your little cousins is for babies. “My favorite color is purple,” you say, hiding your chewed up fingernails in your pockets, promising yourself that you’ll scrub all the pink paint off the second you get home.