David

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"Why can't you do anything right?" My dad asks, demanding.

I try not to roll my eyes. Classy. "Stop rolling your eyes at me!" He yells, his face bright red from anger. Oops.

"You know what?" "Just get out!"

I flinch and think to myself; Is he serious? To make sure, I square my shoulders.

And I leave.



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