She told me to be careful what I asked for.
She said she'd once wished for a sister, just like herself, cut from the same mold.
Someone to confide in, someone to relate to.
But she wasn't specific enough, and the mold was just paper and glue.
Her sister frayed and split, melting away into the blue eternity.
She told me asking for money would probably be a safer bet.
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