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Tuesday, May 29, 2007


We hang out together every weekend.
We are all different,neither of us is the same.
We fight,we argue, and almost always disagree.
We call each names that would blackmail what we've done.
We know more about each other than our own parents, there are times we won't talk because OC, Real World,or ESPN is showing the soccer highlights on the T.V.
We don't know a lot sometimes, but the one thing we do know, is that when the other ones tearing up, we know when we put everything else on hold to talk to them.

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I miss my brother.
I miss his crazy mood swings.
I miss having someone to gang up with to annoy my sister.
So come home quickly abang!