I told my sister that everytime she mispronounces a French word that my French professor, Michel Pichot, has little heart attacks (since he can't be rolling in his grave).

She says I can't say that anymore. It makes her feel...something. I told her it's called sympathy and her lack of a heart can't handle it.

She just commented on how her hair goes past her boob. She says it never used to.

My sister rocks.

Also, earlier she was talking to one of her friends and I told her to tell them I said hi and that they were cool beans (I had no idea who this person was). Her friend then asked Hannah my age and when Hannah replied with 19, her friend commented that she thought I was 6.

Anyway, my sister's asking me silly French questions (she's reading Les Miserables) because she's awesome.

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