Children's Fiction
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You hold me up when you comfort me
When you listen to me
When you respect me.
You hold me up
I hold you up
We hold each other up.
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Zizi and Tish were sisters. They had long, chocolate-colored ponytails and cinnamon freckles across their noses.
Zizi was the small one. She like holding hands and hiding in tiny, just-her-size places.
Tish was the tall one. She knew how to buy things in stores and ride a two-wheeler.
