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'Time lost is never gained.' He used to recite that to me. My brother always was a weakling. He never had any backbone, and I always thought him incapable of looking after himself. I remember he would pore over grandfather's old tomes of horrible poetry, like that cat one he was so fond of, and laugh for hours over that nonsense. I had the brains in the family, I must admit. Somehow though, he didn't turn out so bad in the end; the last thing he said to me was, "Look after her, brother, you must... promise me that." Sorry to say, I didn't. She didn't mean anything to me anyway. However, I feel that I am a poor judge. He always admired me, after all, and I cared not an ounce for him. So I leave it to you, to dissect his odious, empty character and decide if he was worthy of a brother's love after all. Unfortunately, if he was, I can no longer give it to him. But, of course, I care not a jot. After all, this is his story. Not mine.
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