The invitation arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, tucked between a utility bill and a glossy mailer for a dentist I would never visit. It was bright enough to offend the eyes, covered in glitter, with a cartoon dinosaur riding a skateboard across the front like it had been designed by a committee of six-year-olds and marketing consultants. In the corner, beneath a crooked sticker of a volcano, my brother Trevor had written, Family event. Please come. The kids miss you. I stood in the kitchen of my San Diego apartment…
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