Disclaimed.
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Sometimes I have nightmares.
They're not too bad, really.
But they're about home. They're about Boston, with Mom, and Dad, and Ronny.
And it hurts.
It hurts because Mom hates me and is horrified, and Dad smacks me away when I try to get closer to them, and Ronny…
Ronny, the brother that I loved, and I thought I knew…
Ronny calls the police.
And it's the worst, like a slap in the face.
And when I wake up, I realize that that part, at least, was true.
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Notes
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