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"How was your day dear?" I turn.

My eyes widen. Tears were slipping down his face. His hair was a mess. His dress was ripped and torn apart. Wow. I run over. His arms were scraped, and his shoes were... gone?? What the heck? He looks like a rag doll. Did a dog chew him up and spit him out?!

"Darling what in the name of God happened to you?" I ask.

"They hurt me!" Antony yells.

"Antony... who's they?" I ask.

His face was even bruised. I sit him down and pull off his dress. I run back to the main room and start grabbing bandages and medicine. Whatever happened to him? He lets out a cry. I run back and start wiping his arms.

"Seriously darling, you have to tell me what the matter is." I say.

"I was walking back from my work which was fine. They threw roses at me." Antony forms a slight smile.

"So?" I ask looking down.

"Two big brutes showed up and...." Tears kept spilling from his eyes.

I lift his head up and start wiping his tears.

"What did they look like?" I ask.

"One had a golden tooth. The other had a prosthetic leg." He sniffed.

"I got a call from your sister. She's coming over this weekend." I say.

"Really?!" His eyes light up.

I nod.

"Yes!" He yells.

"Try not to move darling. I'll never be finished otherwise." I say.

"Alright. Thanks Al." He says.

I nod. 

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