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“What are you payinght machine into the spare bedroom

“The brother tax” I motion for hiround and step back to look at the setup

“And what’s that again in terms of real dollars?”

“I think it’s enough for a beer”

“One? As in singular?” he squawks in protest

I give the uess I can spring for two Let’s go and get some”

Mick shuffles his six-foot frarateful I was and how he should have drowned me in the toilet ere toddlers

“You mean the last time you were taller than ht, painful, brotherly squeeze

He shrugs ht be four inches shorter, but he’s solid “What are you talking about with this revisionist shit? You were a shrirade I have the pictures to prove it”

“I have no hth grade I launched, fully grown, into the world at the age of twelve,” I declare

“You were launched full up on bullshit,” Mick agrees When we arrive in the kitchen, he heads straight to the fridge and pulls out the last two beers “I can’t believe all you bought was a six-pack”

“Bells said not to get you drunk”