My brother had a plan. From the time we were small; always a plan. At seventeen, the bullet-train of ambition was off and he never looked down, much less back. I’m sure he’s rich, just like I know he’s a boss. Wherever he is today, he is the one in charge. But you can’t rise above your fate.
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