We talk everyday. If we don’t, someone is deathly ill.
She’s my polar opposite. You would never know we were sisters.
She’s my personal hairstylist {and Landry’s}.
She’s my built-in best friend.
She gets my jokes.
She listens to my rants.
She encourages me and then tells me of awesome deals at the “Dirty Chicken.”
She’s the best, and she’s mine. Sorry folks!
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