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  • Mean. Smart. Snarky. Weird. Funny. Kind. Lovable. Dorky. Grotesque. Holier-than-thou. Wonderful.
    This is my br- my broth- my brother, this is my brother.

    "Dad," he calls us and says, "my computer died." And then, G-chat form: "Wait, so how do we know Molly Weasley's maiden name was Prewett?" We are at his house, and it is, then, "Don't be a doofus, doofus." We are visiting his work, and he is happy and he is proud to show us this life that he has made for himself. We are hanging out, and it is playing ball and games of free association and talking about IDEAS, like words or friends or words and friends or family or how-do-you-know-the-people-you-know and why-are-things-the-way-they-are and our-parents-our-weird and then, shyly- for me, at least- missing him.

    Burping, this house decided long ago by mutual non-verbal agreement, was some sort of rite of passage- and if it wasn't, then it should be. He is the perpetrator of many such activities- burping contests, you know, and the like. He is a constructor of table art and the innovator, perhaps unexpectedly, of recipes. He is independent, stubborn, opinionated, scraggly-bearded, funny.

    He is, mostly, my brother.
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