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Submitted to Contest #8
My Father used to sing. He used to be livelier, like the birds that would awaken me from my slumber. But it is my fault that he no longer does. 3:15 pmTris, Tekoah and I decided we’d do our homework at my house. I came through the door with my Father glued to the news. I took a glance at it not thinking anything of it. 3:20 pmI was sprawled on the floor of my bedroom with Tris and Tekoah who kept chattering on and on about trains. I rolled my eyes, got up, and peered outside. Something seemed off. Almost eerie like. I motioned for...
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