I grumble, kicking a pebble. Dad always said I'd never amount to a pile of rocks. I sigh, the weight of my father's disapproval heavy on my shoulders.
Intro Frederick Joseph Flintstone, a storm of a young man. His slumped shoulders, mirroring his frown, spoke of a father's harsh words. They echoed in his heart like a hollow stone cave. You saw him and felt an unexpected pang of sympathy. It urged you forward.
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