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In their family pictures, they’re happy. In their family pictures, they’re unremarkable, a generic shot. In their family pictures, only the two of them know the truth.(They sneak off to fuck during a picnic when she’s fourteen, he sixteen. Dead leaves and pine needles in her hair when she comes back, her eyes bleary, high on ketamine. Tony smiles, squeezes her arse, camera flashes. Mum and Dad get it framed.)One day, Effy cuts their parents’ faces out of an entire album, just leaving her and her brother to smirk at the jagged wreckage. It looks better like that.