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FOX: Your face when pried away from your sister for a few minutes. Oh how you mourn her. In those few minutes all the bickering and squabbling and hair pulling is forgotten. All you see is that empty seat next to you. The one where your perfect, angelic and much-loved sister usually sits.


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  1. Oh No! I could cry too! Sweet sweet sweet little fox.
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