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Last week, Norway came with DNA analysis papers, slapped them on the table, and said,
“Luke, I am your brother!”
A few days later, he returned, lent me a copy of ‘1984’ and told me,
“Big Brother is watching you.”
Then, he stared at me for a full minute, waiting expectantly for me to call him “big brother.” What a creep.
And today? He came back again.
“Iceland, I know you won’t accept me as your big brother, so I’m willing to compromise.”
He was dressed as a nun with a prosthetic belly.
“No, Norway. I won’t call you big sister either.”