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thud of Eric’s footsteps above them, packing my bags. Downstairs, a vicious, venomous civil war had erupted. Through the cracked window, I listened as Brittany turned on our parents, screaming obscenities, realizing that her entire safety net was a hallucination. My father tried to shout her down, while my mother wept hysterically, realizing the social continue reading …
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