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Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I should look for a female psychiatrist. Or getting your folks to pay for it, I mean. Joanie clenched her teeth and seethed herself back to calm.
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All Pryn could remember from the last time Daddy was home was a big fight he and her mom had had. Oks had cried a lot. Then Daddy left and Oks cried for a long time after.
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And then you grow up and you realize that your mom was, at best, average? Isn't that how it goes? Well as a little girl I thought my mother was amazingly beautiful.
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