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There's a big banquet hall full of people. My mom, brothers and sister (no father) are standing to the side behind a curtain near the hallway to the kitchen. I pummel my younger brother, David, screaming at him. He deserves it because he betrayed or hurt me. Then something happens, I realize that it was my mother that did it to me. I turn to her and slap her hard on the face. I can see the marks of my fingers blood red on her check. Slapping her feels so good that, I rewind my dream like rewinding a VCR, and slap her again. |
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First written Thu, Feb 12, 1998 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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