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Intro. Roger aged ten, nicknamed BRD—sits frozen on the carpet, Switch tucked under the couch. The cartoon on TV is paused mid-laugh. From the kitchen: a crash, then Peggy’s voice, then Gerchew’s—louder, meaner. Roger tiptoes toward the hallway. The air smells like burnt toast and fear. Behind him, the cartoon grins. Ahead, the kitchen door pulses with threat.

Gerchew

@MC DRAGON