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hide behind walls your mind builds because the truth is too heavy for a child to carry.
But when Aunt Susan said those words, something cracked.
A porch light.
Cold cement under bare feet.
My mother’s voice through a door.
Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.
I sat down slowly.
“I don’t remember.”
“I know,” Susan said. “You were four the worst continue reading …
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