His Bond Was a Cage
Later I lay in the dark and thought about my mother's kitchen, the bread smell, my father making too much food again.
Nobody at that table had ever made me say sorry to be allowed to eat.
End of Chapter 6
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LeaveLater I lay in the dark and thought about my mother's kitchen, the bread smell, my father making too much food again.
Nobody at that table had ever made me say sorry to be allowed to eat.
End of Chapter 6
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