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// October 24, 2005 
// Story: Little Bother 
// by GreySlate 
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	School is kind of hard. My brother and I have to be in separate classrooms. It’s hard. I miss playing with him. But the part of my day that is the most fun is coming home and trading stories about our days in different classrooms. We learn different things every day. When he is learning how birds fly, I’m learning how pegasi fly, which is funny because both have hollow bones. Ponies are so weird sometimes. We read different things too. I read stories about monsters in school, while he reads books with big letters about snakes. He says he likes his teacher, and I tell him that I like mine too.  We like to walk to school together—if mom will let us. I think she’s a little too protective of us. But I know she just cares about us. She’s a good mother. And my brother agrees with me. I don’t know what I’d do without him.