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Things Change My sister, Amanda, and I used to be very close. After all, we got through some of the hardest times like when our dad died. We were like two trees planted together three years apart that got attached by their roots. We shared some of the best memories: she let me sleep over when she had her firneds sleeping with her and I would play games everyday, last but not least, we shared a room together. Her and I were always crazy together, we just became carefree when we were outside together and made up some crazy games we would play for endless hours. I remember that one of the games we would play together is one of us would be the lion and one of us would be the antelope. We would chase each other around our front yards for hours. “Can’t catch me!!” Amanda would scream as I chase her around the yard. “Oh, yes I can” I yelled as I sped closer to her. …show more content…
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