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His freshman year of high school, my brother, Fred, walked out into a Massachusetts snowstorm with no shoes on. Tensions were too high at home for him to consider footwear. I ran after him with a pair of sports slides. We walked — first with me trailing behind, eventually arm in arm, and then finally back home. Twelve years later, we were grown. My husband left me when I was already depressed. As I sobbed in my car, unable to drive, my brother walked two miles to sit…



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