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We were friends and we were enemies. I fell in and out of favour with my sister by turns. It became clear each morning which it was to be. Some days Emily would wake happy. Some days her hackles would rise at the back of her neck and she would snap and growl at me right from the start. The days of irritation were more than made up for by the good times. There was a joy in being the favoured one. Her approval was rare and that made it a special thing. Occasionally she would have a fondness for one or other of the aunts, but really, I was the only one who could ever reach her. Really reach her. And it felt special.