"You belong to me," Joey sang, swaying in front of the mirror.
Steve grabbed the comb he'd been using as a microphone and ran it through his hair.
Joey scowled. "Hey! I was using that."
"You can have it back when I'm done, crooner," Steve said. He checked his reflection, smoothed down his shirt, straightened his tie, and started for the door. As an afterthought, he tossed the comb back to his brother. "Happy singing, kid! I've got a hot date."
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This was a fun little piece.
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