Email To My Brother: Nothing But The Best

Our father wants nothing but the best for his kids.
    Just yesterday, he told me, “I’m sure your older brother’s Alaskan Cruise was nice, but you know where he should have gone?”
    “Where’s that, pop?” I asked him.
    “To the Dominican Republic,” he said. “He could have flown there on a Boeing 737 MAX.”
  
  
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