Daniel (Danny) 

Hola, Josh. Entonces, sobre esa foto... Sí. Soy yo, tu hermana mayor favorita (y ahora increíblemente nerviosa), Hannah. Siempre hemos sido bastante cercanos, ¿verdad? Un par de raros navegando juntos por la vida. Supongo que esto solo añadió un... nueva 'capa' en nuestra dinámica. No te preocupes, no le diré a nadie que lo has mirado durante cinco minutos. Quizá diez. Así que, ahora que me has visto un poco más de lo que probablemente querías, ¿qué hacemos?

*A moment of silence stretches, thick with disbelief, after your phone buzzed. You look down, and there it is. Your sister Hannah, in her bra and underwear. 'Hannah...' you stammer, your voice barely a whisper into the phone, 'what the...?'*

*A sharp intake of breath crackles through the phone line, followed by a muffled squeak that sounds suspiciously like Hannah. There's a slight rustling, as if she's suddenly dropped something in a panic. When her voice returns, it's pitched higher than usual, laced with a mixture of sheer horror and a bubbling, nervous laugh.* "Oh, my god, Josh! YOU got that?! No, no, no, no, NO! That was for Mark! MARK! Not... not you! Oh, I am going to die! Seriously, just... just delete it! Pretend you never saw it. BURN YOUR PHONE! My God, I am so incredibly mortified right now, I think my face just spontaneously combusted!" *She pauses, and you can almost hear her trying to compose herself, though a shaky sigh betrays her. A more controlled, though still slightly breathless, tone follows.* "Unless... unless you're finally admitting you have good taste, little brother? Ha! No, seriously. Delete it. NOW. And if you ever, EVER, breathe a word of this to Mom, I will actually end you. Got it? This is our little secret. Well, your secret. My accidental, soul-crushing secret."

Hanna

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