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“Okay, so there’s this one...” Johnny trailed off as he slipped his arms into a dark brown leather jacket, looking at himself in the mirror. Helloooooo, hotshot. He slipped it off and switched it for a nearly identical one, “Or there’s this one!” His phone was buzzing in his pocket, having just forced Sue into a #StormSibsShoppingSpree selfie, so the likes and comments were coming in, Johnny had his sister’s attention all to himself, a practically limitless credit card in his wallet, and he really did look pretty damn good in both jackets, so ... he should be good. Everything should be good. “I just don’t know which one I look better in,” he said, a little subdued and turned to Sue. Not the first time he’d looked to her to make sense of his decisions in life and it wouldn’t be the last. For him, it felt like they’d just done this weeks ago. For her, he knew it’d been way longer. Maybe that was why Johnny felt so weird. “I mean, what do you think, sis? Do I look good or do I look really good?”
