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Guaranteed Human.

My brother went missing 10 years ago, but today I uncovered my parents' dark secret.

I mean, that is a long time.

10 years?

10 years.

That's longer than Rick and Morty has been on air.

My brother went missing years ago.

And when I say missing, I mean that his case was declared one of those creepy unsolved mysteries. Are we true crime now? Yeah. Is that what's happening? That's what we're getting into. It was on the news. I distinctly remember my parents interviewing for the news in our living room. And I think I know what happened to him. Yo, I'm ready. I was very young when he went missing.

The day before he disappeared, I remember him staying home and babysitting me. I stayed in my room and played Nintendo 64. Throughout the day, a guy came over. I remember him. He was older, almost our dad's age. My brother made me go to my room whenever I heard the doorbell. Later, after the guy left, my brother would ask me not to say anything about the guy.

With my brain, only being focused on video video games and extra dessert at that age, I agreed. I didn't care, nor did I comprehend the gravity of the situation. The day before he disappeared, I remember the older guy coming over. I was in the kitchen and remember looking up and seeing him kiss my brother. They hug. They didn't care that I saw them.

The older guy waved back at me and I waved back at him.

Then I kept watching cartoon. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to my brother whispering outside our front door. Don't worry. He's asleep, he said. The other guy said something I couldn't hear. Then my brother said something I couldn't make out. But I made out the words, visit them.

Or maybe he said, visit him.

Either way, I know the word visit was in the sentence.

The man raised his voice at you.

Then I heard plan. I couldn't make out. But I made out the words, visit them. Or maybe he said, visit him. Either way,

I know the word visit was in the sentence. The man raised his voice and you. Then I heard plan in city. And then I fell asleep again. The next morning, the day he disappeared, my parents were at work. My brother was acting very strange. I remember he kept checking the clock. Then he told me he had to run to our neighbor's house or something. I don't even remember what he said. I just said okay.

He reminded me to not open the house or something. I don't even remember what he said. I

just said, okay. He reminded me to not open the door for anyone. Only mom and dad. I shouted him, okay, because Super Mario was getting on my effing nerves and he wasn't helping. He gave me a hug and told me he loved me and left. And he never came back. All these years, decades later, and I think he was in love with that man.

Maybe his brother's older.

Like 18 or something.

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