When I was ten or twelve, I remember my parents having a horrible fight. I don't remember what they fought about, but I do remember that my mother decided to leave, and take us with her. Mostly, I remember the shouting. I remember wanting to stay with my father, because I thought he might get lonely, but I was either convinced or compelled to go
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