When I was a kid, it seemed like I was always getting dragged into fights with my parents that my younger brother would start. He would say something rude to my parents, things would escalate, and before I knew it, my mom was waving her arms in the air and shouting something about how “you two” were always misbehaving or getting into trouble. Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the corner reading a Star Wars novel and wondering just how the heck I got involved in this fight to begin with.
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