This weekend I am staying with a very dear friend of mine.
We laugh and talk and drink diet orange soda for it is a tradition of ours.
She grew up in a house with three sisters and sometimes the remnants of this shows. The sisterly-ness makes its way into little things-sets of tween book series on the shelf, old prom dresses in the closet, matching comforters, and a doll here and there. I felt as if I, too, was a sister as climbed into a bed that matched my friend's own last night.
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