XXVII | Before

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I've known Brient
since we were babies.

That's how close
our mothers were.

I told everyone at primary school that
he's my older brother.

Because he was strong.

No one would mess with Brient.

He was the one
who messed with other people.

He messed with me too.

He'd steal my food,
take my toys and
occasionally (accidentally) break them.

We fought, as all brothers do.

When I was seven,
I almost fell down the stairs

because he wanted to be first.

His mother scolded him
until he cried.

That might have been

the last time

I saw him cry.

When we entered primary school,

he was a famous troublemaker

all the boys in the school
were scared of.

So when I said he was my brother,

they left me alone.

Brient didn't mind
that I used his name

to stay out of trouble.

Those who tried to kacau me
got in trouble with him and his kakis.

I looked up to him.

Worshipped him.

I was his accomplice
whenever he planned something fun to do.

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