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When we were leaving London, Dad spent about an hour trying to push his wardrobe through the bedroom door. He turned it on its side. He tried it upside down. He tilted it one way and then the other but it just would not fit. Words like “Mum” and “Affair” and “Dad” and “Drinking” were just like that wardrobe–too big to get out. No matter what I did, I couldn’t fit them through the space between my teeth.
