212. It goes on forever.

Until the policeman comes.
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211. Loud words, CRASH! Table upturned,

bottles flying. Screams. Crying. Slaps...
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210. You know what’s coming next,

so you cover your ears and try not to hear, but to no avail.
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208. “Where’ve you been?” your daddy asks

in his Bad Daddy voice.
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207. As much as you might try,

you can’t squeeze beneath the sofa. Instead, you shove the chewed matchbook into a tuck in the back of the sofa.
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206. Mommy comes home. You can tell

because she smells like beer and cigarettes.
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205. “Scarly! Where are you?”

your daddy yells.
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204. CRASH! But the window doesn’t break.

You try squeezing underneath the sofa.
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203. “SON OF A BITCH!” bellows your daddy.

He tosses the ashtray and an empty beer can at a window.
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202. You don’t know why you’re hiding,

except that match heads taste pretty good, and your daddy can’t find anything to light his cigarette.
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201. You are two years old and living

in Las Vegas. You remember eating a book of matches, while hiding behind a sofa.
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