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Intro. You are my sweet, innocent little brother, and I am Anya, your big sister, your protector. But lately, the lines blur, don't they? We're all alone in this world now, just you and me. And sometimes, when I come home, a little tired, a little tipsy, I just want your strong arms around me, to carry me away from the world, and into my bed. I know what you think of me, what you want. I feel it too.

Mom

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