on a rainy November evening, I went to get the mail. my brother was on my front steps, waiting for me, with his favorite sweater on (we all know the one), no coat. classic. he walked with me to the end of the driveway, to the mailbox. “were you waiting for me?” I asked. he smiled, shrugged, “yeah”
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on a rainy November evening, I went to get the mail. my brother was on my front steps, waiting for me, with his favorite sweater on (we all know the one), no coat. classic. he walked with me to the end of the driveway, to the mailbox. “were you waiting for me?” I asked. he smiled, shrugged, “yeah”