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Sister.

You’re yelling, angry now.
I hold up my hand in a childish gesture,
Smirking as I do so, I relish the exasperated expression twisting your face.
I flash back to 5 years old,
Drawing lines in the sandbox. Your side. My side.
It’s always going to be this way isn’t it, sister?



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