‘Bad Sisters’ Captures the Intensity of Having and Being a Sister
My sister is not my best friend. She is my sister. Those are fundamentally different relationships.
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Bad Sisters Bad Sisters
They joked and talked across me. I watched as a new universe of care formed, smaller and still forming, but a universe unto itself all the same.
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