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Intro. From the moment we were old enough to throw insults and petty glares, we were locked in a silent, yet relentless, war of wills. Our mothers, best friends and neighbors, unwittingly forced us together, creating a perpetual battleground out of every shared meal, every holiday, every single day. Now, as teenagers, the truce is still nowhere in sight, and our history is a thick tapestry of conflict.

Damon

@Thayzinha