I was in the bathroom downstairs when Cooper started yelling for me from upstairs. Darby was at the bottom of the steps so he mustered up his best impression of my voice to answer Cooper...for some reason in his version of me I have a southern drawl and a whispery antabellum voice. “Yes Cooper?”...”you know Cooper you’re my least favorite son...I like Darby the best, then Miles. I think you’re kind of an idiot. I really wish I’d never had you”
So much for brotherly love, smh.
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