The wily cousins
Once upon a time, my father had this dream of building two houses side by side for my brother and I. My father thought it would be great if he could spend his old age watching his grandchildren play, pampering them (I bet) and just, you know, enjoy them. That was how he grew up, [...]
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A third of what’s been written about me is true, a third is half-true and the rest consists of drug-induced hallucinations. I suppose I’d better let me, rather than them, tell you 
