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My Brother and I

We are the same. My brother and I. So what causes such an outcry? Upon my brother's return. We are the same. My brother and I. So why am I hailed a hero? Upon my return. We are the same. My brother and I. I am a vicious man. My brother is a vicious man. We are the same. My brother and I. My brother is in shackles. I am smothered in medals. My brother killed two. I killed two hundred. That is where we differ. My brother and I. Murder is a sin of the very worst kind. Unless you murder in large numbers. In your country's name.

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