Theo seemed to take it all in, pushing it deep down in the depth of darkness, where he put all the shitty and depraved things we’d been through, never to be revisited. It wasn’t a mere coincidence that we ended up in the same foster home after losing our moms the same way. It also wasn’t a mere coincidence that we shared the same bastard father. That we had his dirty blood running through our veins. Perhaps that was why we were so fucked-up.
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