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a moment, silence. Then a muffled thud. A shout. The sound of something heavy hitting a workbench.
I walked calmly to the freezer, took out a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it to my head. The cold was shocking but it cleared the fog in my brain wonderfully.
Agnes was hyperventilating at the table. “He’s murdering my son! Your father is a psychopath!continue reading …
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