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But later, when parents fall from grace and become ordinary messed-up human beings and turn slowly from carers into people who must be cared for in their turn, who then will share those growing frustrations and pore over the million petty details of that long-shared soap opera that means nothing to others? And when they are finally gone, who will turn to you and say, ... Yes, I remember the red rocking horse... Yes, I remember the imaginary bed under the hawthorn tree.
- The Red House (Mark Haddon)
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