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Sometimes he was playful and he’d roll a ball - she’d fetch it and she rolled. They’d ball. She’d grin, she’d bear it, closed her eyes and thought of processed peas, the price of cheese, the adverts on T.V. So he squeezed a little harder - ‘til it hurt. And she thought of scars, she thought of burns; a bursting heart and burning hate. There’s always hate....
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