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An image of me and dad appeared on the memory. We were sitting in the car, laughing. This was a couple months before he tried to attack me. The past me pointed to somewhere out of view. Dad looked to where I was pointing. When he looked back at the road, his eyes grew alarmed. He held me back with one of his arms and turned to wheel quickly, then the image turned black.

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