1. Little Sister
I remember those good old days. I usually just sat around and did what I wanted to do. Of course I did mischief things. I was a kid. My friends and I sometimes break a few things and do things that we are not suppose to do. Yeah, I remember those good old days. I was just finding all sorts of ways to exercise my bad habits. I would stick my tongue out at strangers and spit on any conceivable place. But eventually, like most things, this had to come to an end. When my sister was born, I had to change my ways. I knew from then on that I not only had to think like an adult, but act like one as we...
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