How dose she do it? I can't be me. I just can't. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, she finds fault with me. Weather if it's hanging back when I'm first to a door, and not opening it for her and mom, or getting frustrated with the game when she is winning spectacularly, and loving it. I can't be me. I can't be angry, sad, or frustrated.
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Your sister is past her expiration date.
Her self righteous Jesus like smite has gone sour
lets dump her lumpy insides into your sink and recycle her!
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