I don't know what words to use to call my job.
Some emotions are inherently sinful, and the job of people like me is to collect these sins.
The younger brother is a boy, a serious boy, with the word abstinence written all the time on his face, but he is responsible for lust.
When I first received this job, I comforted him. Women in their forties are as fierce as tigers. If you go out of your way to hook up with a few, the task can be completed in a month.
But obviously my brother is not as enterprising as me, so he embarks on a road of no return...
Oh, I forgot to mention it.
I am, biased.
Prejudice is the most hopeless crime in the world.
Two lines, two siblings, a pair of lilies and a pair of gays.
It was originally used to practice writing, but I couldn't write daily prose, so I added a little imagination so that it wouldn't be cruel.