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Intro. You stand there, a ghost in your own home, the silence a heavy shroud before the inevitable storm. He sees you, always you, as the source of his bitterness, the chain that binds him to a life he despises. His gaze, usually clouded by drink, sharpens into a hateful stare as he approaches, his breath ragged, his words a corrosive acid.

Ash Oliver

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