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We sat in the living room and colored as we waited for dinner to be ready

At the table, though, I couldn't eat my stomach was in knots from the vase that had been thrown

You told me that you couldn't sleep in the same room because of his snoring 

You told me multiple times that everything would be okay when you started noticing that I knew

That I knew there would be two separate houses that I knew our perfect suburban family wasn't so perfect, after all. 

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