My brother, Bob, and I used to fight each other occasionally, but if any other boy attacked either of us, he had both of us to contend with. We have been inseparable all lives; our fighting ended a long time ago. Our love is lifelong—and even beyond. The love of our brothers and sisters is a gift for which we should be grateful.
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