Yep--as of Monday, my brother is now a year old. He likes to bite things, thinks beating the shit out of the dog is "petting" her (poor, poor Missy), and is convinced that my name is ABBA, when in fact there are no B's anywhere in my name, and I've never set foot in Sweden in my life. (Why couldn't he have a Dutch kick instead? There's a
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