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I have a handsome brother. He has very green eyes and a pretty good taste in clothes. He use to wear my headbands and pretend he was an aerobics instructor. He used to go to my Nana’s and play video games all day with his older cousins. He always used to cup his hands together like he was holding a frog and throw rocks at me, just to make me scream and run away. He used to cry a lot. Like, a lot. He used to cuddle with mom and twirl her hair in his fingers. He used to jump in my bed when we were younger when he was scared. We used to play box car children at our farm house. He swears, even to this day, that I smooshed a tomato in his mouth and that’s why he hates tomatoes…however…I gave him a tomato that was in our garden and dared him to eat it, and he did, and he didn’t like it.

Brother, I love you. Good thing you grew out of some of those things.

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