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Most all of my family is very close to one another. They really share life together. I have one aunt, who is actually my dad's aunt, that my mother and I absolutely hate for very specific reasons. We do not speak of it and we are very civil when we have to be around her, which is extremely rare. The reason for this is my grandmother- my dad's mom, the sister of this woman. She's the sweetest, nicest person on the face of the planet. She'd saw off her own leg and hand it to you before succumbing to blood loss if you asked her for it. All because of her, because of how much of a saint she is, we keep our opinions on the aunt to ourselves, because we know it would hurt her feelings- not because she loves her sister that much, but because our unhappiness would make her unhappy. I love my family.
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