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When I was 15, and my brother was 13, my parents had twin sons.
I left for college when they were 2-1/2. They don't remember when I lived at home for more than a couple of months at a time.
My calculus book from my freshman year in college has their scribble marks in it.
They don't remember a time before I met my wife -- she has always been a part of their life. Same with my other brother's wife.
I moved away from KC when they were around 10 and have only seen them for a few days per year since then.
We get along fine, but are very different. They have their lives, and I have mine. Without common interests (other than the Chiefs and my parents) and leading separate lives, it is difficult to have close relationships.
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