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Ann Arbor III

You were as picky as my real mother never was. Always calling me, wanted to know where I was.
Many times I got really pissed at you. But I knew you only cared about me.

We traveled together, slept at the same room. It was fun, except when you wanted everything your way.
I even said bad words on my own language!

You gave me gifts, you lent me some clothes. We shared food and a laugh.
You were a great sister. You held my head while I was crying.

Thank you for being around.