Kyra walked down the stairs into the basement. Before she saw Kyra’s face, Tracy knew by the legs it was Kyra, she was always jealous of Kyra’s legs.
They wobbled a bit. Kyra was wearing flats. Tracy’s pulse elevated, and she bounced from the couch to greet her best friend.
“Hi Kee!”
Kyra smiled “Hiii, Chica. How’s my girl?”
Tracy grabbed her friend’s elbow…
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