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  • Sometimes, I really hate you. And it's not for no reason. You're just obnoxious and mean. You're gross and you shove food in your mouth like a caveman or something. You yell. You go from zero to furious in one second flat. You're violent. You make horrible decisions.

    But you're a sunshine girl. You have this spark, this passion, this energy that I can't help but admire. Your heart is so open to love. You're constantly discovering something. You love to laugh and to make others laugh and you're beautiful, you're just...sunshine sometimes. You're magnetic, people can't get enough of you because of your sparkle. Your sunshine hair and your crooked smile and perfect teeth and crater dimples. You're fire and warmth and power and shine. and I adore you and admire you and I'm proud to call you my sister.
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