I hardly remembered about my mother or my father, though they let me splash splash terribly in the bathtub. I owed them a remembrance for that at least. My shout out went according to the usual formulas and left me hoarse and hairless. It got me to shouting all of the time. I caught my reflection in a subway window and knew I wouldn't let myself get away with nothing no more. I twisted my features into unflattering poses I saw on my morning commute.
I was cruel, after all.
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