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Nick law
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He’ll never wear them again, and I laugh at the torn fabric where the button ripped off. Looking down on him I realize just how fragile my older brother is, despite his great height and broad shoulders. Xxx “Nothing. Drawers opening. You know how this works.”
“Mal -”
“Shut the fuck up,” he says. He stops and grabs me through the fabric. To have him hold me. But the only book in my room is the Bible I got when born, shoved away in my closet. Then one night I saw him looking at the book as he cried. No, I press my lips against my brother’s and he melts into me. Mal shouldn’t have to take up the blame this time.
