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"My sister came out to the porch to meet us. I knew she missed having me around the house. We spent most of our time together and often shared a bed at night. I wondered what she did when the nightmares bothered her now. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty as I hugged her. "You should be," she teased, clearly having no idea what I was talking about. "We're all ashamed of you."