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Sunday, April 16, 2006
The Sisters I Never Had
They are my closest friends; confidante, loyalist, financer, secret-taries, you name it. They are my perennial friends. We can't tell when our friendship had started but we can tell it would never end. Ray Lyn, I call her "sexy" because she has this supermodel swaying and movements of her hips and arms altogether to conspire her qualities of a fine lady. Lyn, I call her "miss lyn", has a cutee charm of a wholesome socialite woman. The kind of lady you'll mistake at a first glance for "Oh could be an haciendero's daughter" thing. But both of them are my "audience-impact" of my jokes, whines, and moods. They are the sisters I never had. :D
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