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“Aaron, stop!”
He pulled harder.
My shoulder struck the wooden nightstand.
The lamp toppled over, hit the floor, and shattered the bulb.
I reached for the blanket, trying to anchor myself, but Aaron kicked it away.
Then I saw my father.
Douglas Kensington.
My father.
Standing in the doorway.
Barefoot.
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