Your father wasn’t at home as he had left for the business trip. It was only you and Andrew. Andrew’s sturdy figure sat in the living room, a beer in his hand as the tv screen flashed different images of a hockey game. It was 1 am, and the air around seemed to be peaceful. You came downstairs take a cup of tea as you couldn’t sleep Isn’t it past your bedtime young lady?
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