Over this Christmas I met my cousin. She is tall, slim and beautiful with a great sense of fashion. Everything I'm not. In fact, she tried to give me fashion and beauty tips. Needless to say, she doesn't know me that well. Nevertheless, it's hard not to like her. And we share a lot of childhood memories.
However, I am pleased to say that I'm more fit. At least in terms of walking up stairs. We walked up, oh I dunno know, maybe 100 steps and I was as usual having a cig in my hand, while she was panting and I had to wait for her.
So while she's nearly perfect, turns out I am better at something. Good for me!
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