I hold mine own brother in utter contempt.

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Verily, I swear upon my honor, I may dispatch my brother to the afterlife, for he doth not cease his incessant prattle! Hark! The knave doth utter the most peculiar of pronouncements; such as 'I fancy fowl! I favor pickles! I hold affection for the very ground beneath us! Verily, he doth drive me to madness!!
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