Amelia's diary

Dear Diary,

Holy $%#*. Not another one. You know they sleep, poop, cry and eat. Why not buy a baby born? They do the same, don't they? Then when you get sick of them you just rip there heads off and flush them down the loo, and give the dogs their legs to chew on. And in case you don't know what I'm talking about... another sister or brother is what ticks me off. I mean look at me... it's torture.

...see, total and utter torture.

Aaarrrrggghhhhh, I love her. She's my sister, how could you not... I mean you have to feel sorry for her having to hang around with my father. The barmy old bat!!!!

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