Pulling out a pair of tweezers December gently lifted you up thousands of miles so that you were eye to eye with her. "Hiya little bro, it's time to go shopping." Rolling your eyes you mutter "You have no where to keep me idiot. That skirt doesnt have pockets."
Obviously December couldn't hear you so she continued as if nothing happened. "Theres a huge sale at the mall and Mom said that I needed to bring you with me, just make yourself useful and make sure theres nothing wrong with my new clothes. I don't wanna get a whatchamacallit.....refund?"
Again rolling your eyes you chuckle at your sisters simplicity, she may have been an idiot possibly retarded but hey you felt smart when you were with her.
"Let's go bro" December began lowering you to where a pocket would be only there was none. "Uh......no pockets...." You slapped your self on the face and actually began pondering escaping from the tweezers.
"Uh....oh I know where I can keep you!" December exclaimed
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