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The detective’s voice loops into leave him My mother was on her knees in front of ut twists What if this parade wasn’t new? What if Mo and the strea at the seams, I burst and throw a fist into the wall

A picture frame crashes to the floor and shatters The wooing to piss Dad off The thought brings a gri bacon isn’t going to er than the others" It’s an asshole thing to say, but it’s also thetoo hard and those are the ones who show here weeks later in tears trying to understand why it didn’t work between them

"It’s not like that," she pleads "Your dad and I--we aren’t like that"

That’s what he convinces the wo with him I should tell her, but this is Dad’s mess to clean up Not ht inoff the floor They want to play house, I’ll let thehts as she desires or until Dad decides to trade her in for a new model

The door to the house squeaks andsound as I pull it out I toss in some boxers and socks Slam that one shut and I dump as many shirts as I can out of the middle drawer

Low voices A feminine sob My dad’s deep tone

"He didn’t mean it," she says "Please, don’t Not overround The corner cracks and little splinters of wood pepper the carpet I ja The clothes are overflowing and I punch them down so I can zip it up

"Razor!" Dad’s in my doorway, red-hot as a five-alar Jill cry?"

A h rips from my throat He’s the one who broke the pro my mother and he’s pissed I hurt the sweet-butt-of-the-week’s feelings? I turn toward hi in ?"

Chevy’s, Oz’s The clubhouse Any of those are options "Did you sleep around on Moers into the door fra the club"

"This isn’t about the club This is about you, me and Mo What happened between me and your mother was between ht to ask that question"