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( Musings )
My sister (the one in England, not the one who recently had a baby) is here to visit, again, with her family, who I love.
But her children are so tiring.
I don't want children.
I'm glad I'm an aunt.
My sister (the one in England, not the one who recently had a baby) is here to visit, again, with her family, who I love.
But her children are so tiring.
I don't want children.
I'm glad I'm an aunt.