I will have none of your fetishisation of the insubstantial, young man!

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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It’s strange now thinking back on it how they never understood, my mother standing in the doorway of my bedroom one hand wagging a finger, the other balled into a fist shoved against her hip, and me just silent and grinning like a maniac at my father standing behind her making his best angry face.

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