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hisses and attacks. Dad again. I pull my hand from the clock like it’s burned me. I don’t understand why my dad would just up and leave, without even a goodbye. If I listen to Mum, he needs time to himself; if I think like Noah, he’s been taken by pirates. But I don’t think like Noah.
I prefer not to wonder where Dad is. The snake retreats.
Like that OCD pamphlet said, it’s better not to give some thoughts a “platform”.
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