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In that moment, I realized that the role of the raven-haired golden boy David played to my mousey-brown fuckup was not the plum part I had always imagined. It occurred to me that while I was egging the Neighbor’s yard, David never had a chance to try it himself. Destruction and rebellion are natural part of adolescence. But David, always cleaning up after me, compensating for me, lost that essential rate of passage