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A few days later I caught my younger sister in my room. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked her, looking suspicious. 

“Nothing,” she said a bit too quickly then looked more composed. “Just looking at your jewellery.”

“Well, leave. It’s mine.”

She nodded yet still lingered in my room.

“What?” I asked accusingly. 

“Nothing,” she said. “Just wondering about the sudden wedding.”

I narrowed my eyes. 

“What about it?” 

“It’s just weird. That’s all.”

“What’s weird about it?”

“That you’re marrying him,” her face scrunched up. “Isn’t that like incest?”

I laughed uncomforta...

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