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“You’re becoming just like your father.” My mother cried after I punched my dad in the mouth and split his lip, but she didn’t see the sixteen-year-old I used to be—the kid he hit with a rod while demanding respect he never earned.
“You’re becoming just like your father.” My mother cried after I punched my dad in the mouth and split his lip, but she didn’t see...
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