For My Father, Every Time Is Wartime
A part of me, the part trained to put my father first, thought I should allow him into my home, regardless of his threats.
chinkching chong.
Someone always has less
Come visit. I’ve thrown everything you did to me into the river. It’s over.
Prove you trust me
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