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My brother was always my best friend when we were children, especially as we were almost alone in the world. We lived with our old grandmother in a little house, as big as a shack in the country. Whenever I think of him now I see a solemn, responsible boy, a boy too old for his years, who looked out for me no matter what. Once there was a bully John Anson who looked enormous to me, though he was probably an average twelve-year-old. John had it in for me because he liked Littice Grant who liked me, he decided to beat me up right before her eyes I was lucky my brother came by he didn't interfere, any he just stood there somehow though his presence gave me confidence, I licked the stuffing out of John Anson. If my brother hadn't been there I don't think I could have done it.