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At dinner, my sister dumped wine on me and screamed, “You have until sunrise to get out of my house!… At dinner, my sister dumped wine on me and screamed, “You have until sunrise to get out of my house.” That was how she chose to do it. Not quietly. Not privately. Not with even the smallest attempt at dignity. She waited until everyone was seated, until the food was passed around, until the room was full of clinking silverware and forced laughter and the thick, familiar smell of roasted turkey. Thanksgiving dinner, the one day a year we were all expected to pretend we were a functional family, became the stage she’d clearly been rehearsing on in her head for weeks.
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