She lifted my locket with all the grace of a born delinquent. I had come to say goodbye. He was 6, I was 8, and dad had been promoted to the other side of the world. I did not care. I just knew that my summers smelled of Tili and Jimmy Page from my brother’s room. And that from now on, they will smell like something else. He hung it between non-existent tits. Come back to get it. Sometime. Time …
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