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My brother and I were never the best of friends. He lied. A lot. He stole. A lot. He cheated. A lot. He did a lot of things I never thought good people would do. I never thought he was a good person. He was three years older than me and far meaner than I would ever become. He beat me up more than a few times. I was eleven when my grandfather broke up a particularly nasty argument that had me…
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