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These cats weren't ever your friends and they never invited you to the table.  They always fed you and me, scraps from it when we were h

But the real work hadn't started. In the weeks, months and years that followed the work we thought would be done, had still gone undone.

CHILDREN , they grow up you know. A video bonus THE WAY THINGS ARE, WERE, ARE I grew up in an ugly world. People hated themselves and...