The drive is long, but it passes. River and I decide on dinner at our favorite pizza place—the one I used to take him to when he was younger, after I got my drive’rs license. Nothing has really changed about the place but the prices. We order pizza—meat lovers because it’s his favorite— then play air hockey. He wins. He always wins. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t let him, after all? By the time we sit down, once our pizza is delivered, he’s high on his winnings, grinning a thousand watt smile, bouncing in his…
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