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That summer vacation, I was 0 years old and she was 2 years old. She kissed me and my first kiss was gone. During the summer vacation that year, I was 3 years old and she was 5 years old. They moved into my house and my bed was gone. During the summer vacation that year, I was 10 years old and she was 12 years old. "It's embarrassing, someone has to call such a small girl sister," my friend said with a smile. He announced that I was the older brother, and since then I had a younger sister. During the summer vacation that year, I was 13 years old and she was 15 years old. I thought I had grown up and insisted on asking for control of my pocket money, but I lost the money that afternoon and never had financial power again. That summer vacation, I was 14 years old and she was 16 years old. I had a love letter written by my good brother. It turned out that in the eyes of other men, she was a girl full of temperament. . . . . . .