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My Big Brothers (Beginning)

My older brothers. My tormentors. My pain enthusiasts, my bullies, my enemies, my intimidators, my bosses, my kings. I was their slave, and they knew it. Of course, I loved them. I looked up to them. I wanted to BE them. Adding on, they were some of my best friends. Moving on, they all had huge advantages on me. Height, strength, and size, I could never beat them. I was pummeled endlessly because they could. I was bullied because they could do it. I was the butt of every joke. Every pun. Every tease. Life is hard.                                                                                                                     

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