Wiggling her toes, Coraline sighed loudly as she pulled her feet free from her boots. The boots were bright yellow with neon orange and lime green spots on them. Coraline loved her wellington boots but she also knew she was nearly thirteen years old. That meant she was practically grown up. And grown ups didn't get to wear fun and comfortable shoes
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I don't know how women wear the shoes they do. I'll take my boots any day thanks all the same.
I realize I've been looking at her without actually helping her up so I offer her a hand up.
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"Is it gravity or those shoes?" I ask, hoping she's going to let go soon.
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But when she asked for help -- another oddity -- I stepped forward. "Sure," I said. "Are you okay?" I barely avoided asking the question _twice_: once for the fall, and once for the high heeled shoes.
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"Sorry, what?" Another thought spoke up in my mind. I was fifteen. She was _twelve_. Pretty or not, I was pretty sure that I wasn't _allowed_ to think of her as pretty. Danger! Danger Will Robinson!
But my treacherous feet took that moment to decide to go on strike.
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He grins.
"Like the dress, though."
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He takes a moment to study her and ignores the twinge in his chest. He might not have actually fathered her, but it seems that his heart doesn't actually give a shit.
"You look lovely, Cora."
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Coraline thought she got the idea of spying better now that she was growing up. It was less to do with wacky gadgets and more to do with knowing things and making sure other people didn't know things. When she grew up some more she figured she'd find out more things which would help her like why grown ups needed alone time. Boring!
"Good, I'm glad you think so. Now, I need to make sure proper boys think so too. So I can have a boyfriend."
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