Thank you very much for moving here from Virginia to leech off of me. You stayed in my home, ate my food, violated what little privacy I had—even stole jewelry from the shop that I convinced to hire you. Oh, and you totally fooled me into letting your drug-addicted boyfriend stay with us for a couple of weeks. I thought I was helping you out, and that you would appreciate it. But what did you do? How did you show your appreciation? You came into my home while I was away at work, broke into my bedroom and took the money I was saving for that month’s rent. People wonder why I let you into my life in the first place—why I put up with you so much, even when you were stabbing me in the back. And I admit it—I was stupid to trust you. It was very stupid of me to think that you would treat me—your own sister—better than you treat anyone else on this planet.
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