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The Swaying of the Swing
When I was in high school, my sister and I would fight for bathroom time to get ready in the mornings. If we weren't fighting over mirror time, we would be arguing over borrowed clothes. Mainly I was being yelled at for stealing my sister's wardrobe and hiding from her in our school's hallways so she wouldn't see me donning her clothes from head to toe. On the occasional mornings where we wouldn't be tearing each other's throats out, we'd manage to have small conversations wi
