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Grandpa was always highly egalitarian in the way he treated me and my younger brother, with one rather eccentric exception. His invitations for weekends at the manor were invariably extended to the both of us; he welcomed us both with the same dry, musty embrace; he was equally permissive--indeed, supportive--towards our penchants for playing and exploring in the catacombs beneath the family graveyard. Yet when it came time for a treat, he was most insistent that Devon be given one of the curious herbal lozenges from the antique urn secreted in his old armoire, whereas I was allotted a golden-caramel Werther's Original. At times I was rather jealous of my brother's apparent preferential treatment, but as we were expressly forbidden from trading I eventually grew used to this arrangement. It was explained to us that Devon who, unlike me, shared Grandpa's blood type, needed special care to ensure that his internal organs remained healthy and "nice and compatible," as Grandpa put it. And it did not hurt that the Werther's candies were ever so rich and satisfying--a sweet consolation, I thought, for being held ever so slightly lower in Grandpa's esteem.
ty nesamdoom!
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