We fell away in the black days from the comfort of pretending we were sisters. Our commonality dead, indignities and bitter pips spat in terse e-mails that sometimes ended with lots of love; and sometimes didn’t. The silences, a long walk to friction that demanded a sort of civility along the way and a boxer’s clever steps; manoeuvres became the way we thought.Birth sign: Aries
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