My sister is in Chicago
My sister is in Chicago visiting me for her spring break. She’s cool. Somehow, while I wasn’t looking, she went and turned into a cynical malcontent. I, on the other hand, am but a depressed conformist with an ego problem posing as a malcontent revolutionary. She’s also punk-rock, and dabbles in all les beaux arts, save architecture.
We both have odd, but interesting personalities; her being artsy and me being fartsy, so I greatly enjoy her company.
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