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    I remember it starting when I was five. Barely, I remember myself as an ADHD stricken, know-it-all 5 year old with year since divorced parents. I was living with my mother and seeing my father every week or so, seeing the one or two other people he stayed with in the following years. It was the year of 2005, I remember, it was the most different from the others; from their home somewhere in Missouri they came driving, my father and new stepmother.    And Dawn was her name.    I remember being told that they came directly from their wedding. In a new(ish) car we drove for hours along roads I never knew nor cared to know, most of which I