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I had a nightmare about a year ago that I'd gone home for a weekend, threw my shit into my family's living room, fixed myself a bourbon and water, grabbed a slice of pizza, and everything was good, I was happy. And so I practically skipped up to my old bedroom where my brother's currently squatting, knocked on the door for a moment, waited, got no reply, opened it a crack, then got a glimpse that's still scarring to this day of him—my brother and kin--engaging in the unspeakably gay acts that plagued my teen years.
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