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Blake and I hadn’t spoken in almost seventeen years. He was the older one, six years older than me. He always treated me like a kid. And our parents… well, how should I put it. I think he hated them. When our father died, Blake said flat out that he wouldn’t come to the funeral. He didn’t want to …

Blake and I hadn’t spoken in almost seventeen years. He was the older one, six years older than me. He always treated me like a kid. And our parents… well, how should I put it. I think he hated them. When our father died, Blake said flat out that he wouldn’t come to the funeral. He didn’t want to hear about any of it. He screamed at our mother, and he told me to go to hell too, for always taking our parents’ side, even though, according to him, they didn’t deserve it. I was angry with him for