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Perfect Sisters
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They were the perfect sisters.
They were both kind and pretty, and
both were cheerleaders. Sally was
my age, and Martha was a year
younger. I had never seen them
angry at each other, and a person
would be wise not to cross one of
them, or he might be facing the wrath
of both. I had never seen two more
devoted siblings.
“Sally,” I said one day, “how do
you and Martha get along so well?
My brother and I are definitely not as
