Oh well.

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Well my sister died today, and I just got to sit there, I thought it was funny because I hate her so much, I wanna say bad words all the time at her, she taught me them.
(2 days earlier)
"You have to go to therapy sweety"
"Bitch I don't want to!!"
"Um what did you just call me?!"
"Uh a bitch, it's a..."
"I know what a bitch is."
"Who taught you that hun?"
"Um who else?"
"It was belles wasn't it?"
"Yep!!"
"BELLE!!! GET YOUR TINY BUTT IN HERE"
Belle walks in and just glared at me.
"Why did you teach your sister that kind of language?!"
"Because she said she wanted to be Just like me!"
"Did you say that?"
"Yes mommy I did! She is my new sister!"
"I'm gonna kill you Belle!"
That was the last time I saw her. It was probably something to do with her cancer. I mean I was hoping she was my real sister. But she seemed cool enough. I really did like her... at least my mom told me I liked her. But I don't really Im just supposed to like me because she's my sister.

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