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  • He would shout, she would shout and the heat would seep through the beautiful view of the sea from the balcony into my curly hair as I used it to cover my ears.
    The trip, annual and apparently a must, started and ended with their voices raging over each others, none listening, both monsters unknowing of the word "hush".
    "divorce" was a stranger to them as well, as it should have been to a 6 year old who wished they would realize how damaged they were and get it over with.
    He kept roaring, his eyes bulging, this was it, this was when he was going to start hitting her.
    I stared into the magnificent sea and listened to the first slap and cried.
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