Why did I want that so much, to go back to the place where my childhood got crushed? After we went, I knew. The reason was power. To face down amityville and yell at whatever still crept or clawed inside, “Fuck you. Fuck your thrashing and starving us and making all of us but mostly Tommy wish we were dead. Fuck you for making me glad it was him and not me.”
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