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I was furious when I first met him. Sure, I was barely 3 years old, so the majority of these memories stem from my parents' stories. But it makes sense; when they brought home a screaming, squirmy pink ball topped with the red curls I'd always dreamed of, I had every reason to be angry. The idea of sharing my parents with a creature they called my brother was unacceptable. ...more
July 22, 2008
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