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As a kid, I’d always wanted to be bigger than my brother. It pissed me off that he was always faster when we were running, because of his longer legs, and that he could beat me in sparring every time due to his superior muscle mass. He was four and a half years older, though, which I didn’t consider much at the time. I just wanted to be better than him at something, other than school shit, because he didn’t even care about that, and neither did our dad, really. But after I turned fifteen, all of a sudden I was all long limbs and hard angles and it took me a while to get used to it. When I tacked up a four-minute mile against his four and a half minute mile just a couple of months shy of my sixteenth birthday, I thought nothing better than that could ever happen to me in my entire fucking life. Dean was stunned, our dad was quietly proud, and I was exultant, unending in lording it over Dean that I was faster now.
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spn_j2_bigbangAs a kid, I’d always wanted to be bigger than my brother. It pissed me off that he was always faster when we were running, because of his longer legs, and that he could beat me in sparring every time due to his superior muscle mass. He was four and a half years older, though, which I didn’t consider much at the time. I just wanted to be better than him at something, other than school shit, because he didn’t even care about that, and neither did our dad, really. But after I turned fifteen, all of a sudden I was all long limbs and hard angles and it took me a while to get used to it. When I tacked up a four-minute mile against his four and a half minute mile just a couple of months shy of my sixteenth birthday, I thought nothing better than that could ever happen to me in my entire fucking life. Dean was stunned, our dad was quietly proud, and I was exultant, unending in lording it over Dean that I was faster now.
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