I seem to have acquired something of a reputation around these parts as a chicken killer. Let me assure you that no chickens were hurt, but my brother required 5 sticking plasters before repairs were complete.
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I know you'd rather suck on a rock than kill one of your chickens.
You, and your brothers...
After such a chaotic childhood, you all came together, to support each other now.
Except for a few weeks, there was never a time when I didn't live with family. Mother, sister, child, grandchild. Maybe it has something to do with the chaos of childhood, but family and supporting family: that's my anchor in life. I think, in a way you and your brothers have arrived at the same place. Maybe I'm wrong...
I think you're right. Only my family truly understands what’s moulded me into such a curmudgeonly, misanthropic misfit :)