i run a finger through my neatly brushed hair and sigh…god this dinner is so stupid …my father nudges me and he says cooly,his thick black beard almost scratching me from a mile say….great,another lectureson.stop.glaringi sigh as I reluctant nod and I see the only person who looks around my age ,a fellow survivor….i think as i wince and see the arguments beginning to spill out ,the man….he looks like some kind of demon come to torment me with his looks,I can’t help but glower at him
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