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Sisters first.... friends forever. It took us a long time to get there. Why is it that you have to grow up fighting with your siblings only to find out that when you are older you have a lot in common, and that they always have your back, even when everyone else doesn't? My sister Nicole and I fought like cats and dogs growing up. We were always fighting. And now.... I would die without her. I can call her when I need to bitch about things I don't want to tell my friends, she will happily watch my kids for me, share clothes, and boost my self esteem when I really need it.
This was the last picture that the three of us will ever have taken at one of our weddings. This was Jani's wedding this summer.... and could I be any shorter?
TFL
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