Pain

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"Hello son," he says.

"Hello father," I say. "I'm in pain."

"That is bad."

Then my father gave me a hug with his long arms.

"I love you father."

"I love you too son."

Then he gave me another hug.

Then I fell asleep.

I woke up and saw the hobo.

He was still beating me with a stick.

"Where is my father?" I asked.

He laughed, scarily.

"WHERE IS MY FATHER?" I screamed.

He glanced to the left.

I looked and saw my father.

Then I screamed.

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