You lay on the couch cushion in the living room, arms under your chin as you studied for an upcoming history final. You swore that summer couldn't come more soon for you. It was 7 at night on a Friday, and here you were stuck on the couch studying just because dad said so. You groan and roll over, staring at the ceiling way above your head, the latter which you were sure couldn't take much more of this. As you lay there, dull tremor's began as your father came in from the kitchen with his dinner in hand. You glance at his approach, taking in the sight of the large...
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