It was something about the phrasing that got to me. Something about the cadence of his words, the staccato of his speech. “Nobody loves me. Not even my mother who gave birth to me.” It is an odd turn of phrase, isn’t it? Not even my mother who gave birth to me. He was buckled into … Continue reading They Break, You Know
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