A short little story on Quatre.
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Quatre had twenty-nine sisters. Of course he was going to end up just a little strange.
We all thought it would stop with his habit of wearing pink and drinking tea. Hell, if he sometimes wore a little make-up, no one really noticed. And who cares if a guy curls his eyelashes and plucks his eyebrows? It's just personal hygiene.
It just started to slip over the border of strange into deranged when Sandrock had a ballet recital in the middle of a battle. Accompanied by Quatre singing. Soprano.
Wow. That didn't even make half a page. Is it really worth posting?
