"I'm not that kind of..." House sighed. "I can't help you, Jack. God, I'm the last person who should be trying to help you. Thirty five years later and I still can't talk about my mother's rape without getting sick to my stomach, let alone my father...."
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Date: 2007-04-21 05:18 am (UTC)