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| This is my brother Michael. All my kids call him Bubba. Michael is a very sweet soul. He is about as funny as they come and in most cases he is the life of the party. I dont get to see him near enough, but I love him with all my heart. We use to fight like cats and dogs when we were little. I remember having to sit on him in the front yard till daddy got home one time because he got mad at me for throwing the baseball bat and hitting him with it. He was so mad at me I am glad he didnt have his BB gun at the time...lol...There is alot more to my brother than what he lets people see. I am very proud to be his big sister. |
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