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I always wondered what had happened to my missing brother. Could I ever forgive my father for driving him away?
One morning in March 1995, my father and I were having coffee at the kitchen table when somehow the conversation deviated to my brother Marshall. As always, I had questions. “He was tall for his age,” my father said, gazing at the memory of his estranged …
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The Guardian
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