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My little sister, who loves me very much, wrote this to me today: Repugnant sister, I hate you so much that every day I almost rip my hair out considering you are still alive. Whenever I hear your uninviting name, I hurl as I conceptualize your displeasing face into my memory. When you return to our household, your discourteous appearance makes me weak-kneed. I consistently assume to myself that you will recuperate, but never. All I can verbalize is, stay away from me. Your pulchritudinous sister, Nusa