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But my father, Douglas, was a tower of stoicism who believed emotion was a weakness. My mother, Eleanor, was a nervous woman whose primary allegiance was to my father and my older brother, Jason. Jason was the golden child, who could do no wrong. Athletic, charismatic, and manipulative, he learned early that he could get away with anything.

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