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March 5, 2013
Yuck. I've got to go back and sort through Dad's possessions and fight with my sister and pretend that everything is fine...just to get it over with. Not fine: she made up a story to justify denying me my first pick of valuables. A story only she remembers. Bullshit. But we carry on because there is no alternative. This really sucks. I so want it to be over, yet I think she is enjoying the process, gathering more stuff and having a respite from her life in Charlotte. We are not friends anymore. The relationship is hollow; I'm sad.