I had never seen my father so vulnerable before. When we found my brother's body, it was as though something within my father had died as well. Within the solitude of his chamber, for the first time in his life, he cried. I wanted so much to interrupt his privacy and comfort him. I was hurt as well, and there is some perverted solace in a
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More, damn you, more!
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