The Two Stolen Pernigotti Chocolates

When I was young, I didn’t get along very well with my older sister who was a neat freak. From her perspective, whatever I did was not good enough. The bedroom we shared was never thoroughly tidy. If I were to leave the slightest bit of dust on the furniture, she would spot it from a distance, as if her pupils were two magnifying glasses.

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