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Slate informs me that it’s national siblings day. So not that it matters in any way, here are my “siblings”.

Exar: my twin. Need I say more? Things tend to go in pair (or is it pear-shaped) for us. Gets me in trouble like only a sibling could. Similar parental units. We share things like siblings do. Good thing we aren’t blood relatives or the world might burn. Given our current tendencies, it might burn regardless. We can burn the phone lines up already.

Slick: the reasonable older brother. I used to resent him for stuff he’d done to get parental attention, then got over it. Wouldn’t trade him for the world. But I could do without correcting his essays, sometimes

Cal: Could count as my older yet not so much wiser sister (ahem, burning kitchen anyone? ). Met her a year ago and what a fun year it has been. This shining beacon of motherhood is definitely my hero.

And my real sibling, K: it’s nice to know you. Despite being chronically blasé at the world, I am looking forward to your summer visit.

To the lot of you I haven’t mentionned? Well, still love ya.