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Some sort of sour stench seeps into my senses as I stroll across the sidewalk.A split second -- my sixth sense smells somethingseriously sinfulserenading through the streets.
It's me, your big sister, well second big sister I know you don't know me but I love you   I'm sorry I couldn't be there to
I am not cliche when asked "What can you not live without?" and I say, "Her"   For she smiles when I'm near and her innocent laugh is the reason I love her.
being in the age of adolence and pimples was probably my favorite time to be alive, although you don't get boyfriends, you get family
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