Growing up I knew my siblings to be my cousins. I grew up around these same people who weren't my actual brothers and sisters, but to me that never mattered. I fought with them just the same, I loved them just as strong, and we silently grew a part as we got older. Some people might say that having a real brother and sister could never compare to that, but to Hell with that. I couldn't decide that now could I? Anyone who I considered family is a brother or a sister to me.
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