
I'm the oldest of four. When we were all kids, I always tried to be a good older brother to my sister and two step-brothers. But there was something about being bigger, stronger and smarter than the three of them that triggered the occasional need to tease and taunt. (Note the use of past tense in that sentence. They are all now either bigger, stronger or smarter than me.)
I can vividly remember my sister running to my mom screaming, "John keeps
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