now it's time to write down when i started receiving a call from someone who talks as if he knew my daily routine.
that was the time i started keeping in touch with some relatives.
relatives who hated my mother's side of the family.
i just didn't know that hatred would extend to me.
jack.
the name of the anonymous caller (moniker for all i care).
someone i didn't know signaled their strategy of emotional attack.
an eye for an eye.
except it's not the eye of the ones they hate they attacked.
but the eye of the the available victim.
mine.
the people you sent have been talking, laughing.
they were laughing because they said: they will now each have their own beds, then laughed again.
in local parlance that would
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