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The Knee-slapper

It's always good to talk to my brother on the phone. We can crack each other up like no one else can. About inconsequential shit that means nothing to anyone else, which makes it all the more precious and special. Like a secret code.

We didn't talk for a long time, and now we are. I always missed him then, and I'd still dissolve in laughter whenever I went by a certain intersection near where we lived, and remember his narration of some guy on the street who was power-walking. "Hey, Richard! You Richard? Gotta find Richard."

Now we get to share all those stories again, with our new grown-up perspectives. [Ed. - author was 50 when she grew up, apparently]

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