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I am very glad that I don't have any flashbacks where I can't remember who is who. It's bad enough remembering such things like that. Remember when I spoke of not being allowed out of the house, loan? There was a reason for that but you didn't ask why.
The reason is that I got home from school before anyone else and I heard someone whipping a poor dog. The poor thing was yelping in pain from a whip. Being six and just starting school gives you a feeling of being just as big as an adult.
I went over and happened to grab the whip in such a way that it wrapped around my arm, cutting deeply into the arm and breaking it while the end wrapped around my chest. I pulled the man toward the dog who was bleeding to lecture him about hurting the dog.
Fortunately for me, Dermot happened to see me and came running to rescue me. My aunt and uncle were more scared of being found out about their selkies tendencies than about my bleeding arm and chest. Dermot took care of me while they basically began to pack their belongings. Unknown to me they had found a new home. 
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