I thought maybe you and your parents were speaking again, he said. We aren’t, I said. Fuck that. Why are the abused always expected to meet the abusers halfway? I nailed the door shut, built a moat, filled it with piranhas, set up an electric fence and a machine gun turret. I’ll cut any motherfucker who even slows down at the end of the driveway.
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