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HAHAAHa
Oh memories.
When I was 12 and my brother was 10 we were left alone in the summer while my parents worked.
I used to get mad at him and him at me. SO I would go and slap him upside the head. We would get into. Once I threw him down the stairs. If he started crying, I would tell him I was sorry and not to tell mom then a few mintues lateer I hit him again.
My mom never did find out- it's been 8 yrs.. I told her over Christmas break and she had no idea that occurred she told me," Lana, you were suppossed to be taking care of your brother not beating him up."
She did find it funny. Of course my brother is a lot bigger than me now so we don't fight.
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