I'm in the living room hanging out with Molly while the boys are playing in their room. I hear Michael cry out:
"Please don't do that, Matthew. You're my best friend and I love you. You're my brother. Don't you love me? Please, PLEASE don't do that. If you loved me, why would you do that?"
Matthew replies, "I'm sorry, Mah-doh. I won't."
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