Monday, April 18, 2005

Her Sister, The Queen

The Queen sister. The good Queen sister. This is the one who her mother admires. When she sees her , she gets nervous. Oh, how beautiful. What a fine specimen. I must act nervous when I see her. When I see her is not often. I do not see her . She is perfect. She has the perfect job, family, husband. Everybody must aspire to be her. That is what her motheer wants you to believe. Looks how she raises her children. They are so well behaved. What a shame you did not raise yours in the same way. Oh what nonesense. She is perfect. She walks around with heer head held high. She has achieved her dreams. Maybe her mother should ask why. Why she was the only one? What was so different about her childhood?

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