Guess who got this little fucker to read a book?
THAT'S RIGHT. ME.
I know, it's astounding. My younger brother, notorious non-reader, actually reading? It's like the earth just split in half. It's like Mexico won the World Cup. It's like my hair's turned blonde. It's like pigs have flown. It's as if America has ceased to be the beautiful.
ALL THINGS THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN.
But he really is reading. I'm quite clever, see. I made a little bet, and this kid is money hungry. Remember how I said my family would do anything for money? It's obviously true. I bet $15 that he could not read HP&Sorceror'sStone and The Westing Game in the month of August. He begs to differ. And, though I'm obviously going to lose $15 (kid's actually quite determined), I'm ecstatic. Finally, I get him to read a book!
It's like Christmas. Excuse me while I go wipe the happy tears from my eyes.
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