The
Brady kids had a cousin. His name was Cousin Oliver, which I always
found weird. I don't call my family by their label (Sister Lulu,
Cousin Zeke, that just sounds weird), but such is Hollywood. I had
always secretly suspected that he was the love child of Alice and Sam
the butcher, and that the Brady's, big as their hearts were, had agreed
to raise the boy as one of the bunch.
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