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RE: Madhouse
Sometimes she'd sneak us into some pub, a few times we went to a refuge, an odd time we'd go to her mother's place, but often we'd just wander the streets until she thought he'd be asleep and then we'd go back home.
Was there ever harmony, fun? It's unbearable so far .
Not that I remember, but surely there must have been some. Perhaps we tend only to be able to recall the bad times because they make more of an impression.