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"Jon, are you done already?" Darryl, my brother, called as he knocked on my door. I opened the door slightly inviting him in as I pulled on my shirt."Yea, I'm almost done. Why? Are we going to be late?"Darryl laughed curtly, and said, "Nah! I was just thinking what took you so long", as he flopped onto my bed. I smiled as I looked at him, adjusting the collars on my shirt.Darryl was 18, two years younger than me, but we had roughly the same build and height. Sometimes, I think we look more like...