"Why would you say that he was abusive? After all that he has done for you, after all that he gave you...??" She was furious, in search of answers to gossip she'd obviously absorbed in this sick, small town.
"He was, whether he realized it or not. It was the small things he'd say and do, in gesture and tone and obvious emotion. It wasn't so much about what he gave me, it was about the way he made me feel. He drained me. And I him."
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