Sometimes you wake up in the wee hours to feed your young child and, upon completion of this task, sleep eludes you. The most incredible remedy for such an occurrence is to then, in those nimble, dreamy hours, receive the news that your brother has been published in the New Yorker. Shameless and inordinate levels of pride ensue.
Excuse my bragging (or don't for all I care!). MY BROTHER IS IN THE NEW YORKER. I am so proud of him.
Excuse my bragging (or don't for all I care!). MY BROTHER IS IN THE NEW YORKER. I am so proud of him.
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