Thursday, November 13, 2014

Love at Home

One year I lived in an apartment with two of my siblings. Everyone asked why we'd do that since supposedly most people don't get along with siblings. We'd tell people we got along fine and that we were close. That was true most of the time, but there were plenty of times when the three of us would literally be yelling over each other, locking ourselves in our rooms, and calling home to complain to our parents. I guess I'm a third responsible for contributing to the conflict, even though I'm the oldest.

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