I was angry for a long time. The way young men are. Like blood in a film, I knew that the anger was unreal, but it still made queasy. I remained angry. The way slightly older young men are. I couldn’t find a way out of that anger.

My anger was a cage and the cage had no door.

Fortunately, a hidden door was discovered later. Great Thanksgiving post.

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