"What makes you think I don't love my brother?"
"The way you talk about him."
"And what way is that?" She finished pouring and set the kettle back with a clunk.
"You're always telling me stories about how awful he was to you. How awful he is to you."
"Yeah, and he's my brother, so I can say he's a jerk and still love him, can't I?"
"I wouldn't have thought so."
"Well, I do. He is a jerk; he is my brother; I love him. You, however, can have no opinion."
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