Help, I'm talking and I can't shut up!

My sister can talk. She can talk and talk and talk and keep on talking and then she talks some more. It is convenient when I'm feeling lazy or a little tired because the conversation requires no effort on my part. She eventually covers anything I might have asked her about and loads of other informative and amusing stuff along the way. She generously provides sound effects and instant replays when needed. She is so exactly like she was when we were kids. It was like listening to a sentimental sound track and being carried right back to a by-gone time. I remember playing quietly side by side with her listening to the world in my head but with one ear on her for signs of trouble brewing so I could dodge the volatile outbursts that routinely peppered the day. It was just normal then. It is exhausting now. She talked while I made Tuna Casserole a la Mom. She talked while we ate. She talked while we cleaned up. She talked and laughed and cried along and my heart opened right up and my arms are still mentally folded around her now.

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