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  • I don’t have siblings, so do my youngest aunt and my cousins. Thus we were very close during childhood. My granny’s balcony was the greatest palace for us, where we took fights with invisible swords, we performed children songs with funny dancing moves, and even took showers together in lovely summer days. But our parents never stopped us when we were being stupid. Instead, they recorded these embarrassing moments by loads of photos. At every family gatherings, they would repeat the same stories: how I dipped my toothbrush in a toilet and continued brushing my teeth, how my cousin was found playing with his own pee, and how time flies: we are grown-ups now.
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