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My Sister


My sister always

thinks I'm "such a baby,"

My sister always

calls me a "smelly boy,"

My sister always

steals my food and cash,

My sister always

pushes me on the stairs,

My sister always

gets nosebleeds,

but this time it'll be because I lobbed her one!
 
 
Abdul, aged seven
 
 
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Lizaf Asifan

Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).

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