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It seemed only one question was needed to set him off until he started crying, his hands attaching to his hair as they started to pull at it.

“I can’t— I don’t remember-“

You asked a simple question, “What was the orphanage like?”

“I just— I mean- I do know, but— I don’t know-“

“I don’t know if it happened— I can’t—“

He kept getting cut off by his own voice, and his own sobs, or gasps for air.