May 24, 2005 19:02
I love my sister, but sometimes I have to wonder what's going on in her imagination sometimes. There are days when she tucks her dolls into bed and kisses them and 'reads' them stories. Other days she swings them around by the feet and uses them as bludgeoning weapons, or pounds on them with a mallet.
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