It is strange times indeed every time when Cousins Isabella and Kennedy get together for any kind of outing. We are lucky enough to live close to each other, so a get together is a fairly regular occurrance these days.
However, when the two of us are together, we seem to scare small children and animals and the moon hides her lovely face or blushes red. Creatures of the night come out to play and otherwise normal people blurt out their most deeply hidden secrets.
We have heard the life stories of complete strangers, have been followed by love-lorn young men and women alike and been befriended by the cyncial and world-weary. The town we live in is so uber-concsious of itself, so hip, yet so seldom do people ever connect, and yet when we Cousins dare to wander out, it is as though the air is magnetized and all those people who need to find their polar North gravitate toward us, as though their compass is pulling them onward.
This may sound prideful,yet I don't exagerate. Isabella and I often look at each other and ask "Why?"
Perhaps the gleam of our Diva state radiates? Or is it the fact we are ready to kick butt first and take names later? Posing is too time wasting and as for being hip, well, who has time? Being real is much easier.
Isabella and I will have to get the rest of the Cousins to come and visit. The town will definitely burn then.
Love
Kennedy
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