My brother calls me maybe once per year. When it’s our annual check-in, we pick up like nothing has been missed. Otherwise, he calls with bad news. This morning when he calls, I’m at the gym; it’s 6:49 am. I doubt he merely wants to catch up, and I’m right. Instead, it’s the kind of call you do not expect on any given day but know assuredly will come in its own time.
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