My brother once told me that he would always be there for me. And he had been. Even before we were born. He was just in the bubble next door. We’re twins, you see. Fraternal twins born on June seventh, weighing in with me at five pounds, six ounces; and my brother at six pounds, one ounce.
He had always been there for me. He was always there to talk, cheer me up, or kick some ass. He was always busy, but he always made time for me. He played soccer, paintball, ice hockey, and basketball. He already had a scholarship on ice hockey. He was full of life, joking all the time, and always wanting to have a good time. He was a big partier, but he was responsible. He had saved up once he found out he was on scholarship for a BMW 3 series. It was a beauty. He loved driving that.
This was before they found the cancer.
He had always been there for me. He was always there to talk, cheer me up, or kick some ass. He was always busy, but he always made time for me. He played soccer, paintball, ice hockey, and basketball. He already had a scholarship on ice hockey. He was full of life, joking all the time, and always wanting to have a good time. He was a big partier, but he was responsible. He had saved up once he found out he was on scholarship for a BMW 3 series. It was a beauty. He loved driving that.
This was before they found the cancer.
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