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it. “Neighbors are sleeping, bud,” I said to Noah. I turned the TV up one notch.
Dad kept pounding. “We gave you everything. We kept a roof over your head.”
I picked up my phone and started recording. “Go home, Dad. Stop banging or I’m calling the cops again.”
He went quiet for half a second. Then he laughed—ugly. “You think a little report scares me?continue reading …
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