– A D-notice has been slapped on the entire incident. Only those within this room – code names Antarctica, Langdale, Porlock and Love – will ever know the whole truth. As far as everyone else is concerned, going to the Prime Minister and way beyond, Charles Augustus... Are you tweeting?!
– No.
– Well, that’s what it looks like.
– Of course I’m not tweeting. Why would I be tweeting?
– Give me that.
– What? No. Get off. What are you doing? Get off. What...?
– Give it here.
– “Back on terra firma.”
– Don’t read them out.
– “Free as a bird.”
– God, you’re such a spoilsport.
– Will you take this matter seriously, Sherlock?
– I am taking it seriously. What makes you think I’m not taking it seriously?
– “Hashtag OhWhatABeautifulMorning.”
We will be remembered as in "Brother" — Bodrova!
“Do you like living on your own?” Corinne asked the boys.
Malik intertwined two of his fingers.
“We’re not alone,” Bouki added. “We’re together.” He wrapped his fingers together too. “It’s just like you and your father. Do you feel like you’re on your own?”
“Living with a father is a bit different from living with a brother,” Corinne said.
“He isn’t just a brother. He’s my brother. And that’s plenty,” Bouki said.
Entreat me not to leave thee,
Or return from following after thee—
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.
Clay knew who he was... but he wasn't sure he knew who Justin was anymore. And without Justin, it felt to him like Clay Jensen versus the world.
— I had a discreet tech service give us full access, and as you can see, he's the one who e-mailed the photo to TMZ.
— Brother dearest is so dead.
— I don't want to encourage fratricide, but it does get worse.
He's my brother. He's my positive influence.
— I found this. Your college essay. The one that got you in. I didn'n read it. It's personal.
— Dude, I mean, we have literally breathed each other's farts. You've walked in on me jerking off more times than you even know, and now you draw the line?
I have always resented you. It's true. I'm not denying it. I'm sorry your dead, but it happens to all of us, sooner or later. It's just funny that the gods took you first. I always thought they favored you. You thought so, too. It seems we were both mistaken.
— I'm your brother. I wanna make sure you're okay.
— Dude, I'm okay. I'm okay, okay? The next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me.
— What?
— It's really interesting... this obedience you have to Dad. It's like, "Oh, what would Dad want?" You spent your life slugging it out with that man. You picked a fight with him the last time you saw him. Now that he's dead you wanna make it right? Sorry, but you can't. It's too late.
— Why are you saying this to me?
— I want you to be honest with yourself. I'm dealing with Dad's death. Are you?
— And you talk about counting blessings! You talk about being thankful! What do I have to be thankful for?
— Well, for one thing, you have a little brother who loves you...
Explanation:
Michael was taken from his mother when he was little. His first meeting with his brothers many years later.
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