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I stood on line at the bank, when 3 masked

  • I stood on line at the bank, when 3 masked men burst in brandishing uzis. "ON THE FLOOR NOW!" yelled one. That voice...OMG, it's my long lost dad who left us ages ago! I found him!

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  • He was wearing a pair of hose on his head.I tried to recognize features in his silhouette as he stuffed stacks of hundreds into a rucksack. I never imagined being reunited with Dad

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  • ...My long-lost dad...this way. But his unmistakable block-shaped head matched my own. I couldn't believe it. My Dad! A thief! I was torn. Should I hide? Or go on the run with him?

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  • This decision was like none I had ever had to make, but that meant that, more than ever, I had to make the right choice, Should I go with this man who I have never known, or stay.

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  • I took in a sharp breath, eyes trained at my feet, "I can't," The words hung to my throat like barbed twine, but that didn't mean I was going to give in, "I don't care who you are"

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  • I tried to have hope, but I knew I was trapped. They stared at me, eyes sharp and unforgiving, "I expected more of you

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  • ." They closed in, teeth glaring, claws open. My eyes shut instinctively as every life experience I owned played like a time lapse projected on my inner eye lids. "Give me somethin

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  • G I can grab and hold onto." The Devil's Advocate was sitting on the other side of the desk, making me feel creeped out. His fellow zombie wore a fedora and clown suit. What to say

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  • when he always disagreed. I really want to run barefoot through those sprinklers, I thought. "Well," the Devil's Advocate said diplomatically, "You could do that but the children

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  • of your childrens' childrens' children probably will not even have the context to appreciate that, so go ahead -- run through those sprinklers, just for you and just because.

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