“One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!”

So, I moved today. As an only child, my family has a fairly interesting dynamic – I squawble with my parents like siblings, except there can be no muttered swearing, no physical attacks (anything psychological is fair game), and no convenient threats of the ultimate one-upmanship: “I'm telling Mum!”

What's really sad is the eerie, too-common sense that I'm the older one.

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