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... saw in his mind was a child’s. Five years old, maybe younger. Bare feet on a cold dirt floor, ribs slightly visible from missed meals, hair long and unkempt because combing it took too much time and patience, neither of which his mother had. A child who only knew two things: silence kept you safe, and questions got you slapped.
"Why are you crying, huh? Huh? You want people to pity you? You want people to know what a bad mother I am?!
He remembered flinching from her voice, loud ...
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