The Brothers
Sarah, are you my friend, my best friend ever?
That’s a hard question;
my mom said that my brother should be my best friend
I have to look after him
Where is he?
Over there, the one with jello in his hair
I have a brother
Where is he?
Oh, he’s in my mommy’s tummy.
She ATE him!?
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