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My father has gotten meaner as I’ve gotten older. Or maybe I’m more aware of it now.
A chill goes through me. Being afraid of some enemy you can’t see, regardless of how big or deadly, is one thing. Starting to recognize the people lying dead on the battlefield is something else entirely.
No one expects you to stay in a bed once you’ve found a scorpion in it,
