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Two years young, with pale blue eyes...and
ringlets of dark hair. “This is what you’ve done.”
Picture smashes… Mom throws him out
She cries as we hide downstairs.
“Goodbye, Dad.” Was it our fault?
Wednesday, Thursday...We will see you?

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