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elta force; he was more than my driver. He could guard me with his body if I was in dan

stared at it as it fell on the ground, his nose flared up, he groaned and began stepping on it. I leaned back, my hands

olence. Poor laptop cracked under his step. Lucky for me, I wasn’t doing somethin

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and wondered what else would make him that irritable. Maybe I shoul

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d I yelped, “Okay,

it was dangerous. I was glad I didn’t get to be that way. I knew when my brother grew up when he heard people t

that I would be furious if he broke it, but no, I didn’t stare at my little brother wit

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d up my handbag and we walked into our home. My father’s sad self was on the couch, we both halted

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