I joke around that my friend and I were separated at birth because he really is like a brother in so many ways. He’s generous and kind, he’s fiercely loyal and he’s the person in my life most likely to flip someone off in traffic. Like I said, he’s my brother from another mother.
We have quick tempers, he and I. We’re the ones who have to fight to keep our composure when put on hold for 20 minutes with the cell phone company, the ones who will have a word or two with the head labor and delivery nurse if necessary, the ones who run long distances to keep our heads cool.
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