I hate having both my parents at home.
I hate sitting on the dining table.
I hate the pretense.
I hate the fake amusement.
I hate Sunday.
Most especially when the 'family' is together.
Why have a family dinner when the "family" does not exist?
Tension is in the air.
Just right after dinner.
Ex-lovers gone haywire.
On loose.
Dumb folded.
Hearts all ripped apart.

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