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They fought without a filter, without inhibition or concern for the other or anyone else, for that matter. When they tired of the argument, they retreated to separate rooms and remained silent for days. Their son enjoyed these periods of silence, able to rediscover peace in the void between his parents’ anger and indifference. He could come and go as he pleased, until the day he returned and found an empty and abandoned home.

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