Slouching slothlike, supine, upon a soft, silk sofa, I sit amongst relatives, reminiscing upon the past. I look, lovingly towards my little sister and whisper, "Susie, you are such an Oxymoron." Her look lingers upon my words, silent at first, then, eyes welling with tears, she lets loose, and they begin to flow, her body fraught with trepidation. She sniffles, then wipes her nose upon her sleeve, stares me right back in the eye, stick out her tongue, and waddles off into the kitchen apparently fine.Birth sign: Leo
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