Recovering is weird, especially as it reveals how bad things were and for how long. Peter keeps drawing me back to 1982, 1983. Sixth grade, I turned 12 halfway through. When Peter says he wants to go home, that’s what he means. He wants to go back to his house, his home, in 1982, and he gets sad when I tell him we can’t.

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