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And You Are?
Jeff Adair 
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And You Are?
Jeff Adair Publication date November 30th, 2009Copyright
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2009 Jeff Adair 
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in anyform, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, withoutthe prior consent of the publisher.
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I was born the first son of two teenagers just out of high school. Myfather came from simple, working people with five siblings and heworked in the print shop for a semi-military company that employedthousands in the area, essentially keeping Orlando on the map atleast until Disney came along. My mother was a very pretty and spi-rited fraternal twin whose lineage was greater than her interest in it.They met in high school just after my mother had relocated with her parents from parts up north. I was conceived and born less than ayear later with my brother following eighteen months after that.>The few instances that I can remember from that time were either ter-rifying or sadly misfortunate. One of them was slipping from thekitchen counter while I was standing on it, reaching for cookies that Iknew were in the cabinet, my brother waiting hungrily below. Theother was falling down, face-first on our rough, gravelly street. Thatone knocked a tooth askew as well as scraping the skin off most of my forehead, nose and chin. I had a high forehead so there was muchto scrape. Much to my mother’s dismay, kindergarten class pictureswere the following week and I would be showing up looking like a min-iature version of Frankenstein’s monster. Fortunately, they were ableto retouch the worst of the damage in the photos so that I was able toresemble a somewhat normal looking boy. It wasn’t just me, however,that found the bad end to a fall. My brother was notorious in theamount of head injuries he would endure as a child. The most well-known being the infamous foot race held at my cousin’s house.Imagine if you will, two young boys racing from one side of the streetto the other. The youngest one, being the swifter of feet, handilybeating his older brother in race after race. Not being one who han-dled defeat well, especially from his scrawny, younger sibling, saidelder brother concocts a plan. At precisely the correct moment, whenthe younger brother begins to get ahead, the older brother, being of 
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