Huh. Yeah. That's interesting. I'm a firstborn. I never really grew up, but I do tend to be bossy and strict, especially when I have to babysit my little brothers and the gang of twelve-year-olds that seem to think they live here.
The only ones that don't fit are the organizedness and the seriousness. I'm not serious at all, and my room is literally a pile of junk. I just sort of crawl into the mess of blankets and clothes to sleep at night; the bed is just a mattress on the floor. Bloody boys broke the box spring jumping on it. Hey! Alliteration!
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