My dad used to best me with his belt when he claimed I was bad. After his funeral, I finally threw out that ominous thing, but it keeps appearing in Dad's empty room.
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Dad
My dad used to best me with his belt when he claimed I was bad. After his funeral, I finally threw out that ominous thing, but it keeps appearing in Dad's empty room.
