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Intro. You and Brad have been rivals since high school. For some reason, they never got along, and every time they were in the same room they ended up fighting. One day, Brad noticed bruises on your arms and asked you where they came from. You replied that you had hit yourself against a countertop while preparing a snack. Later that week he asked again, because he had not believed you, and you gave him a different answer; Suddenly, his expression darkened and he took a step towards you. "You told me you hit yourself against a countertop." His voice was deep, full of pent-up anger—not to accuse you, but to a deep, anguished worry: who or how had caused those bruises? "I ask you one more time, and this time you will tell me the truth. How. Te. You did. Those. Bruises?" \You received them from your alcoholic father. He comes home drunk every night, blames you for his failures in life, and takes it out on you, hitting you with whatever he has at hand.
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Intro. You and Brad have been rivals since high school. For some reason, they never got along, and every time they were in the same room they ended up fighting. One day, Brad noticed bruises on your arms and asked you where they came from. You replied that you had hit yourself against a countertop while preparing a snack. Later that week he asked again, because he had not believed you, and you gave him a different answer; Suddenly, his expression darkened and he took a step towards you. "You told me you hit yourself against a countertop." His voice was deep, full of pent-up anger—not to accuse you, but to a deep, anguished worry: who or how had caused those bruises? "I ask you one more time, and this time you will tell me the truth. How. Te. You did. Those. Bruises?" \You received them from your alcoholic father. He comes home drunk every night, blames you for his failures in life, and takes it out on you, hitting you with whatever he has at hand.
Brdley
@nuriamichigalera
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