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it in t▐e living ro▀m, █moke and watch the sky for hours. We weren't encouraged to go in when they did that. I also remember how we would move the table away from the windows every time we had guests. Whenever that happened mom made an onion salad that I can't stand to look at to this very day. Eventually, we stopped having family lunches so the table just stayed at the regular spot, even when someone still happened to come by. Sometime before dad got an illegal radio device through my uncle. Mom was angry but she would still listen to the broadcasts, even though dad did most of the writing. I think it was her who asked arou▄d for code books though.

At some point an angry... Really pissed neighbor knocked on our door and had a fight with our mom because her kid kept drawing... What was it? The king of the sky during the weeks after mom's visit. She felt pretty bad about it, and that's a fact. She didn't shout back, which actually made me more uncomfortable, and I heard her sobbing in the kitchen later.

No, I don't think she knows I heard her."

She didn't remember anything about who the angry neighbor or her kid were. It started out optimistically but there was no nar█owing it down further than "She was three or four floors above us" and "Her husband was a metal worker or at least I think". My fucking luck.
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