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like a trader.
it was with my sister. my mother thought she needed to get her life straight by sending her to a place where they take teens & house them & give them counsling in order to have a room there.
anyways, as much as i loved my sister, i was the person that she could always count on and talk to. and when she found out that i was part of the intervention, the look she gave me just killed me...like a "what the...you're part of this?" kinda look on her face. even though i KNEW it was the right thing to do, it was hard as hell.
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