TORMENTORS

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I sat quivering in fear in the dark closet, hoping my tormentors wouldn't find me and force that poison down my throat again.

"Come on out, Grandpa," a sickly sweet voice called out to me with a deceiving hint of sadness, "it's time for your Alzheimer's medicine."

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