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"I'm older than you!" I brag to my sis.
"Just think of all the great things you're gonna miss!" "Because I am older, I'll do everything first. Being younger is definitely the worst!" "I'll get to ride a bike, go to middle school, and swim in the deep end of the big pool. I'll get to pierce my ears, drive, and date... all before you! You have to wait." My sister sheds a tear, while I go on and jeer: "I'm older, I'm older, and I always will be. You'll never, ever be older then me!" Mom interrupted, "Darling, someday, being older won't be such a great thing!" My face turns red and I nearly scream; "Now what is that supposed to mean?!
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