I drove past our old house once, years ago. It looked so normal. It's strange. It feels like it should look evil, somehow. But it looked just like all the other houses on that street.

I never went back. I hate that place.

Killing him, or even torturing him wouldn't give you back your childhood...
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
You can play
-- Def Leppard

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