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“Just push a little.” I rubbed the back of Johnny’s nappy as we stood in the Halloween store looking for a costume for the contest. I wore red devil horns and a twisty tail teased down the back of my thighs. Johnny looked around at all the people around us and bit into his lower lip.
“What if they smell me? I’ll be so embarrassed.” He whispered. Cory brushed against his other side, her halo tilted slightly, and the beautiful angel wings secured to her back fluttered around us.
“You can hold it till we get home, can’t you, baby?” Poor little Johnny had a literal angel and devil on each of his shoulders. Which would he listen to?