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by Remec 05/13/09

Mom's first blow came quickly,
almost out of the blue,
but was followed by a rash
of others as I stood there
seething but dumbfounded,
pondering both why my own
hand was raised and why the
arm below it had kept it
firmly, yet quivering, at bay.

I don't even know why I
had been angry with her.

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