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Sunday, September 19, 2010

supposed to be family. we are blood

You have a sister who sincerely believes that you don't like her. I mean, she's trying to communicate. She's speaking. But why aren't you listening? I mean, why aren't you
riveted! Why isn't this the most important thing? Just one night! You can't even go to dinner. You would rather get wasted then just go have dinner with your own blood. I can not deal with it anymore.

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