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before he left his father's house for the last time, he went to the kitchen where gray winter light filled the room through a single window he leaned over the table and smoothed his fingertips along the wood, attempting to ****** from the soft, sentimental pine all of the names, the numbers, that had graced its' face, those who had drawn his father's attention, if only for the moment, and for a while he searched for his own name until suddenly he withdrew his hand as if scorched, realizing some things are better left unknown
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
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before he left his father's house for the last time, he went to the kitchen where gray winter light filled the room through a single window he leaned over the table and smoothed his fingertips along the wood, attempting to ****** from the soft, sentimental pine all of the names, the numbers, that had graced its' face, those who had drawn his father's attention, if only for the moment, and for a while he searched for his own name until suddenly he withdrew his hand as if scorched, realizing some things are better left unknown
philip-lawrence
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
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