Ten years ago, when my family moved into this house, I had to share a room with my brother, D. This was undesirable, of course, because the infuriating brat called me a butt head, made fun of me and rather enjoyed passing gas. He was extremely skillful in the art of making me cry, scream and tattle; and could do so in a way that ensured that I was the one who would get into trouble. In a
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