How I Met My Mother

What do you say, except, “OK?” So much to handle at once. Maybe if he had given me just one morsel of information at a time I could digest it all, but he didn’t. It was all in the same letter.

I have a brother? Great news.

He’s my twin? Now I’m a sob story on a weekend magazine program.

I grew up with the Sneads, he grew up with Mom. Oh, Mom’s dead.

So what do you say? You say, OK, I’ll fly down to Virginia. When I get to the funeral home I’ll look for me, I guess.

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Title by: walter 
Story by: Nick

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