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... for thinking that you care more about the child in your belly than me. I don’t hate you or despise you, I’m just a little jealous.

——I’m sorry, Older Sister, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you over the years, how much I wished you could discipline me, scold me, and hold me like you do now.

——I’m sorry, Older Sister, trust me, from now on, I won’t let anyone mistreat you again.

——I’m sorry, Older Sister, from now on, let me bear the burdens for the both of us, okay? ...

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