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He Called Me a Nazi. I’m Just His Brother.
You know, I never thought I’d be the guy writing a blog post like this. Family drama? That was always something other people dealt with. My brother and I—we didn’t grow up especially close. It’s not like we hated each other or anything, we just lived in different worlds. I was the skateboarder kid, always…
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Protected: When the Day Starts in the Gutter
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Protected: Not Quite There Yet
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Protected: Overthinking and the Drama
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Protected: No Rest for the Wicked
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