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squint She had her arm out the window in the rain, prickly rain stabbing at her open palm, the cool hard wind massaging our hands, airplanes from the rolled down window of a silver car that was sick of moving and just wanted to get home.
I took my hand back from the cold and touched her face to see her jump and we giggled after the initial surprise...
she couldn't get me now, it was my trick and I was wary now...but hey. my dad was in the front seat reading.

She touched his face and got ready to laugh but he jumped further and shook and screamed at her and he turned around and yelled and shook and hit her.

and we were both surprised and scared.

and her mom kept driving, I don't think she was there.

I thought thats who he is and thats who did all those things before...and thats his father and thats MY father right there.

She was upset but we gave eachother silent looks of "oh my god" and "hey it was sort of funny, right?..." and I thought as I excused her pain

that if he ever lays a finger on me again

i am gone.

and I can leave in more ways in one, I will tell him in the note I hope I never have to leave. Take that as you will, I will say, when I run away.

he will take that as he will and I will leave it behind to dig up again when someone finally asks me specifically what he did. And rest assured nobody will
and its my burden
and my life
and its my choice this time around.

I'm not 5 years old anymore. 		020714
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