Your mother sighs exasperatedly. "Janet, dear, don't call your brother a loser."
Janet scoffs. "Whatever."
Your still half-asleep brain takes a moment to put the situation back together: Janet was home from college, your family was out shopping, you had been doing chores, you had sat down and fallen asleep...
A spike of fear hits you, sending adrenaline coursing through your body... you were still wearing Briana's socks.
If Briana saw that you had them, you could expect a massive tantrum. If Janet saw you with them, she would mock you about it until the day you died.
Moving as fast as you ever moved in your life, you yank the socks off. Wait, are your feet smaller than...? You shake your head. No time for that now. You only have a few seconds to decide what to do.
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