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My sister Jewell was a character. Everyone called her Karol, but she preferred Jewell. I met her when I was very young. Oh, I couldn’t have been more than a new born when we first met. She would remind me from time to time that she changed my diapers. Being only four years older than me, I am not so sure our mother was aware of these diaper changes. This would also explain my aversion to stick pins.

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