The pub landlord left my brother and I to lock up yesterday. We were happy enough with our pints, so we stayed behind and chatted for a bit. We talked about our families, our lives, and the experiences that we've had. These chats are good. We are able to motivate each other, and to get some realisation of what one is fully capable of achieving. The number of shared experiences, not to mention the similar behaviours in our families, is truly uncanny. I hope I've not completely imagined him and turned into a skitzofreeniac.
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