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When you disappeared when I was thirteen, I felt like an abandoned bicycle with training wheels sent off the to far corner of the damp basement. That same summer, I thumbed through the dictionary to decipher the pornography of Miller, and purchased my first Japanese slingshot, a tripe 'A' brassiere. I cried when you would sneak me gifts through my bedroom window, and cursed my own mother, until the same dictionary defined adultery.
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