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Friday, February 12, 2010

My Brother, Ian.


Everyone always is asking me, "Are you and your brother close?" or "Do you and Ian get along well?" And the truth is, Yes. We do. Sometimes we argue but at the end of the day we will always be there for each other. My dad always says that if we get mad at our friends or if something bad happens, we can always rely on each other. And that's true. I've heard of stories where families fall apart because siblings stop talking to each other but I know that will never happen between Ian and I :D

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