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Quote by Dylan Thomas
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked i

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea. – Dylan Thomas

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We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we dont know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we dont care that we dont. – Dylan Thomas

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The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out his nose. – Garrison Keillor

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Being pretty on the inside means you don’t hit your brother and you eat all your peas — that’s what my grandma taught me. – Author unknown, attributed to a 7-year-old named Jennie

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Brothers

A friend is a brother who was once a bother. – Author Unknown

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Brothers

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.” “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.” – Harmon Killebrew

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