A father tells his son a story on a rainy Friday afternoon.
I don't really have an idea why I wrote this -at the unholy hours of morning, Jesus Christ- and I pray people give me mercy for its crapiness. It's very lacking on the details and it's a bit hurried.
And I think I'm going to say sorry for cussing too much on it too. Sorry..
And I don't dislike Hannah. Not at all.
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