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16 August 2008
Sometimes it is impossible for me to believe that my mother and her sister are related.
♥ yours truly. ;
"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five