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Flash Fiction: Deranged

He had to be deranged; that was the only explanation she could come up with his leaving. The outside world did not know the torture that she had put him through. They were unaware of all the financial difficulty she had caused and the relationships abusive nature as they tried to convince him to return for the sake of the children. They failed to see that while claiming to be his friends they were attempting to force their beliefs on him despite the damage that would occur if he returned.

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