My sister is a tumor... Really she is ever since I was born she has attached herself to my side like cancer. And I'm not even the eldest yeah that's right I'm the little sister. Even now as I'm typing this she is sitting by me and even through cruel insult I can not rid myself of her. She has begun to beat me with a large copy of one of the Sword of Truth books and as a swat it out of her hand she screams, "Oh shit my weapon!" In the most sincere tone too she was really upset as being disarmed. I'm not really sure why but she's laughing maybe a mental defect I don't know she possibly thinks I'm joking well I'm not I'm grievously serious and this has her laughing all the more. What a strange little woman. She's now telling me she's not little which in fact she is at barely 4' 9' she is quite small. She's trying to beat me with the really cute flats I bought the other day now. Beat me if you will but at your peril do you hurt my flats. She's telling me if I publish this she'll get our friend April to help her come up with a reply. I'm so worried...
--Lady Hatter
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