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September 20, 2005

D: Broken

Every second Saturday the kids would be waiting outside her house. I'd take them somewhere fun, somewhere like the zoo. They'd spend their time tearing the place up, running around like they'd finally been let off the leash and I'd watch them; so full of energy and wonderment, so very much like us.

Karen would be waiting when we returned; her torment only just begun. She would have to sit and listen to their day over dinner. There would be that moment of eye contact as they returned to her care when all I wanted to say was I'm sorry.

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