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He talked a little about his brother, whom he was clearly incredibly proud of. “To become a vet because of what happened to our parents is just awesome,” he said and to which I wholeheartedly agreed, “and I think it's fantastic that you're going to be working with him,” he added happily. I raised my eyebrows, and he laughed, “Ben told me when he phoned me earlier... he's really thrilled and wanted to share it with me.” “Do you realise that you still haven't told me what you do for a living?” I asked, eager to know everything about him. He looked surprised, and I felt a momentary stab of guilt for not asking anybody else. Ben could have told me. I felt a bit silly, but still, I guess it had just never come up in conversation. Oliver explained that when he had left high school, he hadn't