We were the brothers with only two pairs of shoes. Last year's basketball sneakers were this year's snow boots. We wore jean jackets for winter coats. We walked recklessly across ice and frozen mud. We punched our legs to warm the blood. Our bare hands were our only pair of gloves.
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