Wasted

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It was a week later and my dads drinking problem was only getting worse I sat at the dinner table eating the cold leftover pizza that we had yesterday. My dad comes over and apologizes for the way he treated me I accept his apology even though I'm still mad at him. he sits down pours himself a drink, and another, then three more after that and he keeps going until he can't think straight. I try to tell him to stop but he didn't listen he just keeps going. I hear him leave the house I become very worried I run out after him but he's already on the train tracks he turns to me and says everything is going to be okay. A split second later he flew into the ditch unconscious.

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