Whitewater Gorge some girls hate their bodies

He was a tiny little thing, and a stammering mess to boot. It proved his incompetence and normally Ryzhov likely would not have looked twice at the shriveling thing but his poor mood just charged him forward. “Nobody? Well, nobodies don’t have sisters…” He stated with a low growl, creeping forward to get a closer look at the twig he might snap if he spoke incorrectly.
 
A sister? “Why would you care where the no doubt even tinier bitch is?” He challenged, his eyes narrowing as he looked him up and down.