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Item: Around and around and around. I had made him so angry I can’t remember why he was chasing me in a loop kitchen-living room-kitchen-living room-kitchen and tripped on the vacuum. Oh. More anger. Bigger trouble. Hide in my mother. I was three or four. Continue reading

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