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Pulling up to the small white house with the long driveway and weeping willow tree in the front yard.
Hopping out of the car, making a run for the porch, then the front door.
Feeling free like nothing can hurt me anymore, but when I step inside chaos burns in my eyes.
About 5 guys standing around my brother with lighters in their hands threatening that if he couldn’t stop peeing the bed at night they’d burn his privates off with the lighters.
Like candle light turning into wax, except it wasn’t such a pretty sight as that.
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