Donald Trump Learned The Wrong Lessons From His Brother’s Addiction. I Should Know.

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It’s unnatural to have to bury a sibling. You grow up side by side in color-coordinated outfits, squinting into the sun in all the same family vacation photos, sharing bedrooms and soccer equipment and secret code languages. But then, after living parallel lives for so long, one of you zigs while the other continues to zag. Suddenly, your world as you knew it is over. It’s a specific, hollow, unjust pain. Like someone took an ice cream scoop to your DNA and scraped out a big important hunk from the middle.

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