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On your own father?”
“You threw a brick at my window,” I yelled, pointing at the shattered gnome on the grass. “Dad, you cut my power. That is not parenting. That is criminal mischief.”
“It was an accident,” Dad lied, looking at the phone camera. “I slipped. The gnome fell.”
“I have it on video, Dad,” I said coldly. “I have everything on video. The power continue reading …
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