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But honestly, bless his heart. Somehow he survived the tyranny of three maniacal girls obsessed with paper dolls, putting on princess plays in the basement, and watching "The Nutcracker" over and over and over again. He defended himself with a posse of plastic dinosaurs, a Swiss Army knife, and -- in teen years -- loud rock music and Mountain Dew (ew!). To be fair, he was a great sport and learned to sneak some masculinity into our adventures; "The Nutcracker" received a running "Mystery Science Theater 3000"-esque commentary, and basement plays were a lot more thrilling when you threw an inflatable giant Godzilla into the mix. I'm glad he didn't follow through on his threat to run away at age four, because a few years later he and I worked out a pretty terrific comedy act on roller skates.
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