Everyday

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      I wake up to the sound of my father breaking plates and my mother yelling at him. "A normal day it will be, for sure" I say to myself as I stretch and get out of bed. I walk ever so slowly into the living room where I find not my mother, nor my father, I see.........................................................

DRAGO!?


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