Guðmundur is my oldest brother, the only sibling that's older than me. He is two years older than me and he was adopted. He came from Chad, Africa, and is (eins og Bandaríkjamenn segja það) an edgy teen. A 15-year-old boy that hates talking to people. The only time I see him is when he's getting food or we're flying together. That's not so bad though, when we were kids, he would pick on me and steal my things. Lately, I've been hearing someone go out in the middle of the night in my amerískt hús. I only hear it when Guðmundur is there with me. He's always so klárast in the morning and smells like ódýr ilmvatn. I just hope that he's safe at night.
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