The End of An Era
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Last published Wed, May 13, 2015
"I walked towards the brothel, knowing I would find him there. I glanced down the alleyway and saw him curled up, a puddle of vomit his pillow. I glared at him and then a man appeared behind me. “Oh god,” the man said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll call an ambulance, see if he’s okay.”
I walked over to my father’s unconscious body and looked to the man, I saw he wasn't looking so I kicked my father. “I hope you’re dead.”"
Years on, she still checks over her shoulder, making sure that he is nowhere to be seen. But one night, when she finally goes out with her friends, she regrets it instantly.
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