Today, I'm spending the day with my sister. We'll be talking, eating, and looking for thrifted treasures. Though I have many special memories of our lives, there is one in particular that stands out from all the others. It was in the 80's, on a June day, when we were quietly talking and giggling on our parents bed. A very simple memory, really, of sister love. We were attempting to relax, having just gotten home from having our nails done. You see, it was our wedding day. She had gotten engaged a few months after I, and we all decided it would be a grand idea to have a double wedding. Though some questioned our decision, it was a truly special day. The entire planning process and the day itself went off without a hitch. One of those marriages eventually ended. That would be mine. My sister and I, we're still close, and if you listen very long, well... you'll probably catch us giggling.
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