I think I briefly mentioned it somewhere, but I spent a night in my childhood home a couple months ago, for the first time in 10 years. It fucked me up. My husband had never been inside. He said seeing my bedroom (which I shared with my two sisters) kinda summed it all up. Hindsight it was...
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