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Sitting in the sun keeping up the 'holiday' tan with a cuppa in hand. Mind needs a rest.

Mercifully brain only triggers what I can cope with. More rage came when I imagined T stretching out his hand to me. "Don’t touch me. You betrayed me," I cried. He asked, "Who really betrayed you?" And then his hand turned into my mothers. "You betrayed me Ma. You rejected me. I yearned to love you, but you wouldn’t let me. I was broken then. You broke me."

Yes Sir, I'm keeping it flowing.
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