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Aug 13, 2009, 09:04 PM
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No mom, I don't remember the first time I met my step-sister, or what she was like back then, or how she had bright red hair and devil locks. (I do remember her friends though when they would come over, they were punk/goth people with piercings all over and spiky hair and half buzz cut heads I was afraid of them at first but it turns out they were really nice people once and one time they took me with them to go to the store and I tried on a wig and acted silly and they laughed and I think we all had fun) No, it was more then 10 years ago, because it if was 10 years ago then I would have been 8 and I was in first grade and therefore 6-7 years old. And no my dear step-sister I do not remember how all the neighbors thought we were freaks and called us the Adams family  the only thing I really remember about school was that I had one best friend who was like my best friend ever but when I moved she never gave me back my favorite beanie baby I let her borrow (yes, it was a kitty, a golden colored one to match my golden colored puppy one) and I was sad about that.
I mean, at least my brother has the excuse of breaking his head open on a brick to explain why he barely remembers anything 
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