The Death of Childhood
“George, your father and I are getting a divorce. It’s not your fault; you didn’t do anything wrong. We’ve just fallen out of love with one another. Do you understand?”
With that each of the million memories that comprised George’s childhood separated from one another leaving him adrift on a barren ice flow of despair.
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Pradeep,
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