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I think I know what happened to my brother. I'm trying to write this in a way that no one will be

able to research and find out who I am, all my brother is, but it's the

internet and everyone's a super sleuth. My brother went missing years ago, and when I say missing,

I mean that his case was declared one of those creepy unsolved mysteries. It was on the news.

I distinctly remember my parents interviewing for the news in our living room. I think I know what happened to him.

I was very young when he went missing.

I barely remember him, but I do remember that I loved him a lot.

He would pull me around our block in a wagon.

Most kids' age didn't do that.

The days 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 into 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 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 hugged. They didn't care that I saw them. The older guy

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