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Sunday morning (audio)
Once again the father shouted; bellowed out his blackened rage.
The flat was small and angular; a brightly lit suburban cage.
The mother lit a cigarette, her ears beating like her heart.
And in the corner sat their children, being quiet, being smart.

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