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These few updates might be worthless whoops
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Joesphs blue eyes scanned over his yard, trying to spot the young male.
Chris darted from around the pool, legs pushing him at an almost alarming speed. The sun reflected off of something in his hand.
"Whatcha got there, son?" Joesph leaned a bit, trying to get a better look. Chris threw his fist in the air, nestled in his hand was a kitchen knife. Joseph's heart stopped for a few seconds.
"A KNIFE!" The boy screamed, still running.
"NO" Joesph ran after his eldest son.
"Like father like son" Mary mumbled, taking a sip of her wine.
