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My sister Angelina is sitting on the swing and thinking: ‘What is the purpose of my life?’ She has already encountered unrequited love, the death of a guinea pig and a friendly betrayal. Angelina considered herself cute two years ago, but now she is not confident in her appearance. Her hair is greasy, her breasts are not growing, her teeth are crooked. Everything is as it should be for a girl in her early teens. But my sister does not despair and does not want to change for someone.
