Earlier today.
Sarah: Sometimes I have the transient thought that Mom and Dad don't love us three. Ha ha ha. Isn't that crazy?
Sarah's much-younger sister: Aww, don't worry about it, Sarah. They love us. They only hate you.
...owned. By an eleven-year-old. Actually, I'm kind of proud of her snarkiness. She's all grown up!
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