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in the aisle. He had not been arrested. He had not committed a crime. Technically, he was just a coward. He was just a fool. I walked down the steps of the podium. My cane clicked on the floor.
I walked until I was standing right in front of him. He looked up at me. His face was swollen, his eyes red. He looked like a broken child. Dad, he whispered.continue reading …
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