October 27

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"John, you have to talk to me, how long are we going to do this? I'm your brother, you can't just keep shoving me away." I ask. I end the recording.

John's dinner trash is all over the table. Apparently he had takeout. The trash bothers me, which is the only reason I take care of it.

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